Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Upon hearing Gwen's words, before Peter could react, Felicia, Natasha, Sif, Daisy, and Mantis were already in a panic.

Upon seeing their appearance, Peter quickly said:

"Gwen staying here to take care of Tony and Mr. Pietro is enough. You all go to a safe place and wait for my good news."

"Or... do you think I'll lose to her?"

Upon hearing this, Felicia and the other four exchanged glances and ultimately chose to leave as instructed.

Before long, the rest of the people present boarded Quinjet fighter jets and evacuated to a safe area dozens of kilometers away.

On the vast battlefield, only five people remained.

Gwen unfurled the Three-Headed Knot shield to protect Tony and Pietro behind her, while Peter stared at Wanda, who was also floating in mid-air.

This scene caused a frenzy of comments to flood the internet.

"Can the Arbitrator win? If he loses, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

"Yes, with Mr. Arbiter around, even Iron Man wouldn't survive, and Ms. Ghost Spider might also have to commit suicide on the spot. Then who will be able to protect Earth in the future?"

"Damn, Mr. Arbitrator will win!"

While the comments section was still buzzing with speculation, Wanda had already taken action.

Wanda has made her move.

Without any warning, without any fancy charging movements.

She simply pushed her hands forward, and at that moment the entire land of Chernobyl emitted a heart-wrenching groan.

Crimson magic erupted from her palm, but it was not a simple beam of light or shockwave—it was a wave!

A monstrous wave, formed entirely from pure chaotic magic, carrying a terrifying power capable of distorting the very essence of matter, pressed down layer upon layer towards Peter's location.

Wherever the waves passed, they could even cause the barren land of Chernobyl, which had been rendered inhospitable by the nuclear leak, to bloom with scarlet and eerie red spider lilies.

Wanda Maximoff, the most gifted magical prodigy on Earth, is now unleashing her talents to the fullest.

With just a flick of her wrist, she could almost show the world what hell truly looks like.

"What the hell is this? Is this even a power that a human could possess?"

"Oh no, oh no, Your Honor, run!"

"Is this what they call 'ten times stronger after turning evil'? If this girl had that ability, let alone two thousand aliens, even twenty thousand aliens wouldn't be enough to fill her teeth, right?"

Under the tense, almost suffocating gazes of a global audience, Peter gently twisted his neck.

This simple action was enough to make the heavens and earth change color.

Conqueror's Haki, the manifestation of pure will, is a power that only a born king at the top of the food chain can possess, and it is released without restraint at this moment.

The two forces collided head-on in mid-air.

There was no explosion or shockwave at the moment of impact, but everyone could feel the terror.

Because... at the very moment these two energies collided, the sky mysteriously cracked open.

The perpetual dark clouds above Cherokee, centered on Peter and Wanda, seemed to be cleaved apart by an invisible giant sword, rapidly tearing to both sides.

The crack grew larger and larger until it stretched to the horizon as far as the eye could see.

Half of the sky was dyed crimson by chaotic magic.

The other half is an even deeper dark cloud, drawn by the Conqueror's Haki.

The moment the two forces collided, black and red lightning was visible to the naked eye in the air.

And all of this is just the beginning!

Further afield, birds from half of Russia took flight from the forest, scattering in droves towards the distance from Chernobyl.

Herds of wild deer, wolves, and even hibernating brown bears crawled out of their dens, trembling as they fled for their lives in the distance.

At the Moscow Zoo, all the animals were frantically banging on their cages, refusing to stop even when they were bleeding from their heads.

Inside the Supreme Sanctuary in London, the bald woman, who had been sitting cross-legged and suspended in mid-air, emerged from her meditative state, her pale face filled with solemnity.

It was none other than the Sorcerer Supreme—the Ancient One!

She opened her eyes and instinctively looked at the Eye of Agamotto, a sacred relic passed down through generations of High Priests, hanging around her neck.

At this moment, the ancient artifact that carries the Time Stone is trembling violently, and the emerald green gem inside is emitting an uneasy light, like a frightened heart beating wildly.

"Everything has changed; the day of awakening shouldn't have come so soon."

As she spoke, Gu Yi's body began to twitch involuntarily, as if all her movements had been fast-forwarded hundreds or thousands of times.

That was her using the power of the Eye of Agamotto to foresee the future.

After an unknown amount of time, she stopped convulsing, and a weak smile appeared on her face.

A sense of relief shone through his smile, as if he realized that a heavy burden he had carried for so long could finally be lifted.

"Thirty-seven million simulations, and not a single one resulted in a successful outcome?"

She gave a weak smile and couldn't help but mutter to herself:

"Peter Parker, I hope you won't let me down."

Just then, the door to the dark room was pushed open, and two burly men, one in black and one in yellow, barged in with serious expressions.

It was Wang, the librarian of the mysterious library, and Mordo, one of the Ancient One's disciples.

"Master Ancient One, we sensed chaotic magic, and this time, the magic is purer than ever before."

Modu's brow twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but tentatively ask:

"Could it be...?"

"That's right, Scarlet Witch," the Ancient One stated calmly.

"The vessel blessed by Sithon in the Vishanti prophecy is born with the authority to rewrite the rules of reality."

Wang swallowed hard. "So what should we do now?"

"Let's see if that young man can handle this." Gu Yi tapped the tea in her cup with her finger, then flicked it.

The splashed tea water formed a water mirror in mid-air, displaying a real-time view of the Chernobog battlefield.

She stared at the figure on the screen, unmoved by the chaotic waves, and the smile in her eyes deepened:

"If he can suppress the rampage of chaotic magic... then everything will be fine."

"What if we can't?" Mordo pressed.

The Ancient One's smile faded.

"If not, then I must seal her myself before the Dark Book fully awakens."

Meanwhile, Asgard, countless light-years away from Earth.

Inside the magnificent palace hall, a one-eyed old man sat weakly on the throne.

Odin.

King of the Nine Realms, Father of all Gods.

At this moment, his face was sallow, his breathing was long and heavy, and he exuded a sense of exhaustion as he approached death.

The time for Odin's slumber is drawing ever closer. It hasn't been long since the last Odin's slumber, yet he is about to fall into a deep sleep once again.

Just before his consciousness was about to sink into a deep sleep, his only remaining eye suddenly opened wide!

The oppressive force released in that instant even caused the entire Asgard to tremble violently.