As the storm cleared, the wind and thunder in the valley subsided, revealing a chaotic and desolate scene. Remnants of smoke filled the air, leaving traces of the Red Tank's wreak havoc on the ruins.

The only sign of life in front of the two of them was the massive body of the Red Tank.

He lay motionless in the rubble. The scars and cracks on the iron armor all reveal the brutal battles he has experienced. The deep and shallow wounds reveal that the once strong man is now a dying giant.

Blood continued to seep from the wound, forming streaks of crimson blood, staining his body with blood.

"This guy is going to die."

Clint and White Night stood in the distance, staring at the corpse of the Red Tank, then glancing at each other.

They could both see a mixture of emotions in each other's eyes, both joy at the victory of the enemy and uneasiness at the heat of the battle.

I didn't expect this guy to be able to explode halfway through the fight and stand up for the second time

"Bang!"

"Huh? What's the situation?!"

Clint Barton was startled by this movement, and quickly looked over there again, only to see that the body of the red tank had not completely stopped the energy surge.

A faint red energy emanated from his wounds, filling the air like a red mist. This force seemed to be struggling with the last of his life.

On the corpse of the red tank, the blood from the wound was still flowing slowly, forming a pool of blood.

However, at the same time, the faint red energy was also intertwined with the blood, forming a strange and terrifying picture. This mixed scene makes people feel a strange chill.

White Night and Clint glanced at each other, and they could both feel that there seemed to be some uncontrollable power left in Red Tank's body. This vision made their hearts sink and their doubts about whether the Red Tank would truly die out completely.

Suddenly, Red Tank's body trembled slightly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes. Just when everyone thought that he had completely fallen, his body began to slowly stand up.

"How could it be ......"

Clint gripped his bow and arrows, his eyes fixed on the red tank. Although he said such things, there was not the slightest consternation on his face, but a touch of vigilance.

Red Tank stood above the ruins, his body still crumbling, as if his strength had been exhausted. However, the faint red energy still floated around his body, like an immortal shadow.

"Isn't he dead yet?"

A sneer tugged at the corners of Clint's mouth, and he had already grabbed an arrow again, if that guy wouldn't die until now

Then you can only let yourself, the old avenger, send him away with his own hands.

"Ho"

Blood flowed from the corners of Red Tank's mouth, and he waved his fists with trembling hands, as if to launch a final resistance. However, his movements had become sluggish, and every tremor of his body revealed a powerless desolation.

"He has no strength anymore, and we don't need to worry about him anymore."

Bai Ye took a deep breath, and there was a flash of determination in his eyes. Although the red tank is still moving, anyone can see that it is a dying body.

"Okay."

Clint nodded calmly, reining in a hint of nervousness. However, he remained vigilant and did not relax his observations on the Red Tank.

"Even if it's a dying struggle, don't try to threaten us again."

Red Tank's body trembled, as if looking for the last support. The surface of his iron armor was covered with cracks, and the broken parts still fell off from time to time, revealing the damage underneath. A faint red energy poured out from the wounds on his body, forming a faint halo, as if his remaining strength was struggling in its last form.

He struggled to get to his feet, his legs shaking, and it was clear that his strength was close to its limit. The liquid metal on the iron armor is like flowing blood, revealing a strange and disturbing sight.

His fingers trembled into fists, trying to shake them. However, his movements were unusually slow, and each swing seemed to consume the last of his strength. The fist shook slightly, and the air seemed to smell of dead silence.

Clint and White Night watched it all, witnessing how vulnerable their once formidable enemies seemed in their final moments.

The former's hand holding the bow and arrow loosened slightly, but he didn't completely let his guard down, and sometimes the dying beast was more dangerous.

But soon the next move of the Red Tank made him completely relieved.

I saw the red tank swing his fist violently again, and this action consumed almost all his strength. The fist flicked weakly, but he smiled unexpectedly.

The moment he swung his fist, a faint red energy suddenly erupted, blooming like a spark. However, this is not a powerful force, but more like the last ember of his life. The red light dissipated instantly, leaving a faint afterimage.

As if he had lost his support, Red Tank's body swayed backwards step by step, and finally collapsed limply on the rubble. His body emitted the last of its red glow, and then fell completely silent, no more movement.

White Night and Clint watched in silence, feeling the end of Red Tank's life. The wind whistled through the valley again, as if to tell the end of the battle. Despite being once a formidable enemy, the Red Tank is now a thing of the past and no longer poses a threat.

In this ruin, only silence and the sound of the wind remained, announcing the end of this fierce battle.

As Red Tank's body gradually fell, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. Eventually, he fell to the ground completely, and a dead silence reigned above the ruins.

White Night and Clint walk up to Red Tank's corpse, and they watch as the former supervillain completely dissipates in his final struggle.

"Bang~"

Clint's foot kicked the corpse of the red tank with a muffled thud. The Red Tank's body still emits a faint red light, but it has lost the rhythm of life, like a sculpture in the ruins, no longer threatening.

He turned, put his bow away, and looked at the white night, his face faint and a little tired. The storm has passed, the landscape in the valley has returned to its tranquility, and the end of the Red Tank means the end of the battle.

"So. And that's the end of it? ”

Clint's voice revealed a flat mood, as if he had prepared for this ending.

And in fact, it is true, even the red tank in its heyday may not have the possibility of threatening the two at this time.

He was about to turn around, but was suddenly attracted by the movement on the other side.

(End of chapter)