"You"

The red tank gasped for breath, its massive chest heaving rapidly. His skin, which was as hard as iron, was covered with deep and shallow scars, and bright red blood continued to drip from those wounds, forming strings of blood that flowed on the ruins floor.

He tried to struggle to his feet, but each effort seemed to make him weaker. The huge body trembled, and the strength that supported it seemed to be running out.

With a slight choking between breaths, Red Tank looked like it was overwhelmed.

Clint Barton, who was hanging on the cliff, was about to cry out excitedly at the scene in the canyon, but he finally resisted the urge.

At this time, the wound on Cain Marco's body began to emit a strong smell of blood, and each drop of blood cut through the air in an arc, and finally landed on the rubble of the ruins, surging a dark red stain.

Both of them above can see that this former supervillain is now a dying giant on the ruins, carrying the glory and failures of the past, and suffering great torture and humiliation.

Although he was constantly struggling to get back on his feet, every part of his body was conveying to him exhaustion and limits.

Even the powerful existence of the Red Tank could not escape the merciless torture of the wind of Vatum.

Red Tank's mouth was stained with blood, and he tried to wipe it away with his trembling hands, but only to stain his white beard more.

The surrounding ruins were silent and desolate, with only the sound of the Red Tank's breathing and dripping blood echoing in the air.

"Ahh

Just when Clint let out a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally over, the red tank suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, like the angry roar of a wild beast, and the sound shook the entire canyon.

At that moment, his body seemed to be infused with a powerful energy, and the red light shone again, restoring his majestic posture. He struggled to break free from the Yellow Storm and took one step at a time.

Suddenly, he leapt up like an arrow from a string, his massive body arcing through the air. His pair of iron fists swung like two hammers of destruction, exuding heart-pounding power.

The target is the white night suspended in the sky.

The Red Tank's movements are like a thunderbolt, unexpected and unpredictable. He rushed towards the white night at an almost supernatural speed, intending to turn all his anger and persistence into the force of this blow.

"Interesting, was it Setolac who made a move? Looks like he's still a little interested in you. ”

Bai Ye's expression changed slightly, he didn't expect that the red tank would be able to break through the shackles of the storm, and the speed was so fast that ordinary people would not have time to react here.

However, after several enhancements, he is not an ordinary person.

The fist of the red tank was like a hammer, with devastating power, and smashed towards the white night. At this moment, the entire canyon fell silent, except for the howling of the wind, accompanied by the angry roar of the Red Tank.

However, just as the Iron Fist was about to touch the White Night, a bright light suddenly flickered around the White Night, and a huge energy shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the Red Tank's fist.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into the shield with a dull crashing sound. The power of the red tank was bounced away, and his figure flew upside down and fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

White Night stood in place, the shield disappeared, and he looked indifferently at the fallen red tank. Although the Red Tank broke through the shackles of the storm, his power was still unable to shake the powerful shield built by the White Night.

The shield composed of telekinesis and the staff of Vatum is not something that this kind of guy who relies solely on brute force can break through.

It's just why did this guy suddenly explode?

The roar of the Red Tank was deafening, and his roar of madness and rage echoed through the canyon like a beast thoroughly enraged. His eyes were like red flames, burning with uncontrollable rage.

Once grounded, the Red Tank began to smash around indiscriminately. His fist was like a hammer, and each swing sent a storm and a deafening roar as it slammed into the ground.

"Ahh Smash! Smash! Smash! ”

However, this time the red tank did not jump up to attack the white night again, but kept roaring, the sound was like a violent symphony, full of wild and domineering atmosphere.

The few remaining buildings in the ruins collapsed under the wrath of the Red Tanks, and the rubble flew and the dust was filled. The whole scene is like the end of the world, enveloped by the fury of the Red Tank.

His fists were aimed at every seemingly destructible target, smashing indiscriminately. Tables, chairs, pillars, and walls were all reduced to pieces in the fury of the Red Tank, and an atmosphere of chaos and destruction permeated the ruins.

Bai Ye stood calmly in the sky, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference. Although Red Tank has lost his mind, his magic still fights against the berserk force.

"You're more of a Hulk than a 'Red Tank' now."

White Night whispered, and the staff of Vatum in his hand swung again, releasing a ray of light, forming a magical barrier to resist the brute force of the red tank.

It's just that Red Tank's fury is uncontrollable at all, and he seems to be immersed in a crazy world, showing no mercy to anything that stands in his way.

"Smash everything!"

The Red Tank rampaged through the valley more and more frantically, his massive body like a walking fortress, each collision causing the ground to tremble. Under the impact of his rage, cracks began to appear in the ground of the valley, and earth and rocks splattered.

As he swung his giant fist, the rocks shattered and the ground was smashed open, creating deep holes. Each impact left a deep mark in the valley, like a huge round of artillery bombardment, destroying everything around it.

The figure of the Red Tank weaves through the valley like a raging beast, merciless to everything around him. The rocks crumbled under his feet, and the ground became bumpy under his impact.

With his frantic onslaught, deep holes appeared in the valley, like traps that had been bombarded by artillery fire. The wreckage in the ruins was crushed and crushed, turning into a fragmented scene.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Each impact was accompanied by a loud roar, and the roar of the Red Tank echoed through the valley. His actions were like a devastating natural disaster, sweeping everything in the valley away.

Dirt and rocks splattered, dust filled the air, and the entire valley was reduced to chaos under the wrath of the Red Tank.

(End of chapter)