I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

"That was a quick reaction!"

The mutants who launched the attack from afar paled, a look of horror flashing in their eyes. The moment they had carefully chosen had been instantly anticipated and reacted to by their opponent, something completely beyond their expectations.

"Stop daydreaming, that woman is charging at us!" Seeing Clarice rushing towards them like a cheetah, the elite team of five mutants immediately tensed up.

There have been quite a few rumors about Clarice in the underworld lately.

A mutant trained by the Vatican, possessing rare spatial abilities. He has shown astonishing performance in numerous battles against vampires, achieving overwhelming victories almost every time.

It is said that she also possesses a variant ability related to fire, which allows her to condense high-temperature flames in her limbs, making her extremely powerful.

"Buzz!"

The spatial portal formed instantly, and Clarice traversed a distance of tens of meters, throwing a punch that sent flames swirling around her arm, leaving a blazing trail in the night sky.

Having been tempered by a series of battles, Clarice had almost completely adapted to the elemental blessing bestowed upon her by Ye Feng. The pitch-black night was illuminated by the scorching flames, and in the firelight, her emerald eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

The mutant directly in front was the team's defensive specialist. He suddenly crossed his arms, instantly activating his ability.

His skin rapidly petrified, forming a hard armor. In his haste, he could only withstand Clarice's devastating blow.

"That was a lot of force!"

The petrified mutant's face contorted in agony, a tearing pain shooting through his arms. The intense heat from the flames clinging to Clarice's arms was causing his petrified skin to begin to melt, not to mention the terrifying impact of the heat.

His feet dug two deep furrows in the mud, and he was forced back by the punch.

A battle of one against five erupted instantly!

This mutant squad was well-equipped, including tanks, damage dealers, controllers, and support, and their teamwork was excellent, making them a formidable force. The two sides traded blows, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.

On the other side, Ye Feng stood still, waiting for the news he wanted.

"Don't even think about it! You mutant scum, you all deserve to go to hell!" The squad leader seemed to know he couldn't escape death, and even though he was being suppressed by Ye Feng's telekinesis and couldn't lift his head, he still stubbornly roared.

"He has a lot of backbone."

"Snap!"

As Ye Feng finished speaking, the little fingers of the squad leader's hands were instantly twisted into three pieces.

"Ah!" The excruciating pain caused him to let out a piercing scream.

"I don't want to hear nonsense."

"This is your last chance. Speak up, and I'll let you die without pain."

Ye Feng's voice was icy.

Dozens of lives meant nothing to him. His experience in the holy war in his previous life had shown him far too much death.

Only those who have personally experienced the wars in the Saint Seiya world can understand the sheer despair of that atmosphere, far beyond what anime can depict. To describe it as a battlefield strewn with corpses is no exaggeration.

Several seconds passed, and apart from the sounds of fierce fighting in the distance, no one responded.

A hint of impatience flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and his elemental power suddenly surged. He raised his hand, and countless elemental energies flooded into the bodies of the dozens of people in front of him like a tidal wave.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Indescribable pain instantly spread throughout their bodies, from the inside out—internal organs, nerves, bones, muscles… They were suffering the most cruel punishment in the world.

"I... said..."

"It's the Rockefeller Group..."

The sound was intermittent, but Ye Feng heard it clearly.

He slightly raised his right index and middle fingers, and the screams abruptly stopped. The squad of dozens followed in their comrades' footsteps, buried deep underground by Ye Feng.

The battle on Clarice's side remained intense. The five-man mutant team worked together seamlessly, managing to hold their own against her.

"Clarice, step back." Ye Feng didn't want to waste time on this kind of person. The five of them worked together very skillfully, clearly veterans who frequently took on bounties in the underworld.

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Clarice immediately activated her ability and teleported back to Ye Feng's side.

"I'll only ask one question."

"How many mutants have you hunted?"

Ye Feng's gaze swept over the five people.

The five people did not respond, but their vigilance deepened. Ye Feng's strength was completely unknown, but judging from the situation they had just detected, this was bound to be a fierce battle.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of answering, Ye Feng did not ask any further questions.

Stars appear!

The microcosm of the initial stage of the Sixth Sense began to rise and burn, and the microcosm that originally only existed in the soul became material at this moment. Everyone present was enveloped by Ye Feng's microcosm domain, and the pattern of the eighty-eight constellations flickered and flowed behind him, finally settling on Virgo.

"The cycle of rebirth in the six realms!"

Ye Feng raised his hand and unleashed one of Virgo's signature fighting techniques.

"Only through endless cycles of reincarnation can your souls be cleansed of their sins."

A holy light flashed by, and the five members of the mutant team instantly lost their sparkle, their breaths stopping.

Their souls have been completely banished by Ye Feng. After the cycle of reincarnation ends, they will face their final judgment.

A body without a soul naturally loses all vitality, standing stiffly in place like a vegetable.

Ye Feng casually threw a punch, the wind from the punch brushing the ground, and the five people's bodies instantly atomized and evaporated on the spot, leaving no trace.

"Let's go."

"We should go back."

Ye Feng turned around.

Although the vehicle he and Clarice were in was destroyed, the mutant team's vehicle was intact.

"Your Majesty, aren't we going to deal with the mastermind behind this?" Clarice asked, somewhat puzzled.

"There are many ways to deal with this, but murder is just the simplest one."

"Since it's a conglomerate, it will inevitably provide some assistance to the Vatican. Moreover, killing the leader of a large conglomerate would only put the Vatican at odds with all conglomerates, which would be detrimental to our future plans."

Ye Feng responded calmly.

With a deep gaze, he continued, "I want them to personally hand over the Rockefeller Foundation to me."

The news of the two appearing at the airport in a neighboring city spread quickly the next day. The underworld already knew that the infamous mutant bounty hunter team had failed.

They had carried out countless missions and almost never failed, but this time they not only failed, but also lost their lives.

Seeing that the two only had slightly dirty clothes, everyone understood that the small team hadn't posed any real obstacle to them. This also led all parties to reassess Ye Feng's strength.

So far, very few people have witnessed him in action, resulting in incomplete information.

The underworld was in turmoil, but none of that mattered to Ye Feng and his companion. They had already boarded a flight back to the Vatican, completely oblivious to the commotion they were causing behind them.

"Welcome back." The Pope himself stood at the entrance of the Papal Palace to greet Ye Feng.

"Your Holiness, the mission is complete." Ye Feng maintained basic respect for the elder.

"I know everything."

"You did a great job."

The Pope nodded with satisfaction.

He handed Ye Feng a document, his tone grave: "Also, take a look at this."

"What's this?" Ye Feng looked at the contents of the document with some surprise, not expecting that the other party would send a meeting invitation...