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Fisk stood there quietly, his posture upright but exuding a chilling aura. He folded his hands over his chest, and his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a dangerous light. A faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing at Ororo's struggle. Then, he slowly raised one hand and pointed his index finger at Ororo. The movement seemed slow, but it carried an irresistible majesty.

Ororo froze in mid-air.

What a pair of eyes those are!

It was dark and deep, like an endless abyss that was about to swallow up her soul.

There was no emotion in his eyes, only cold scrutiny and a chilling threat.

Ororo felt as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The chill in her eyes seemed to freeze the storm around her, causing the elements she controlled to stagnate for a moment.

Ororo tried hard to shake off the shackles of fear and refocus her mind to control the storm, but the oppressive feeling brought by that gaze followed her like a shadow, making her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

"Boom!"

T'Challa raised his head.

The deafening roar not only attracted his attention, but also the attention of most of the people present.

When everyone looked up, they saw an extremely shocking scene.

It was raining fire from the sky.

Fireballs, about the size of washbasins, penetrated the dark clouds, like messengers of doomsday descending to the earth.

The fireballs were densely packed and fell like meteors, instantly covering the entire border tribe.

The heat wave rolled in, and the air seemed to be ignited, becoming hot and scorching.

People screamed in terror and ran everywhere, but there was nowhere to hide.

Storm Girl Ororo finally woke up from the roar.

She swung her arms forward, and the wind howled, forming a huge vortex, trying to blow the fireballs away. However, these fireballs contained great power and were not affected by the storm at all.

Ororo gritted her teeth and danced her hands quickly. Lightning intertwined around her. She tried her best to inject the power of lightning into the storm, trying to increase the power of the storm.

Her body kept spinning in the air, causing the direction of the storm to change.

But the fireball still fell mercilessly, hitting the ground and causing one sea of ​​​​fire after another.

Ororo's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the crystal beads of sweat kept sliding down her resolute cheeks, flashing with despair under the light of the fire.

She roared loudly, her voice full of anger and indomitable will, as if she wanted to roar back the rain of fire. She raised her hands suddenly, gathering all her strength in her palms, trying to block the fireball with a stronger wind force.

Under her control, the strong wind formed a solid barrier, whistling towards the rapidly falling fireballs.

Some fireballs deviated from their tracks due to the strong wind, exploded in mid-air, and turned into countless sparks flying everywhere.

However, more fireballs, like ruthless demons from hell, broke through the defense line that she had built with all her might.

Her eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

But she still refused to give up. She gritted her teeth, stared at the approaching fireballs, and continued to control the storm to make a final resistance.

Her arms trembled slightly from the excessive force, but her movements did not stop at all.

Although she successfully blocked some of the fireballs, more fireballs still mercilessly hit the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The loud noises of fireballs hitting the ground came one after another, and each impact brought an earth-shaking movement, raising billowing smoke and blazing flames.

The house was set on fire in an instant, the fire raged wildly, and thick smoke rose.

The people in the tribe struggled painfully in the sea of ​​fire; their cries and shouts for help intertwined together, forming a picture of despair.

Ororo understood that the culprit of all this was related to Fisk, and she could not stop these fireballs. The best way to stop these fireballs was to kill Fisk.

Tracha used his body to withstand the bombardment of several fireballs.

The armor on his body is made of vibranium and is extremely strong, so even if he is bombarded by a fireball head-on, he can still remain safe and sound.

However, the warriors from the border tribes around him were not so lucky. They were either burned to charcoal or their faces were disfigured amid screams.

Facing the rain of fireballs falling from the sky, the houses built of wood could not play any defensive role at all. On the contrary, these houses made of wood were quickly ignited by the fireballs, and those tribesmen who could not escape were buried in the sea of ​​fire without exception.

The gunmen and mercenaries retreated in a panic from the range covered by the fireball.

Crowe was one of them.

He was extremely grateful in his heart, grateful that he was not standing against Fisk. Otherwise, with this trick, Fisk could kill him and all his subordinates in a very short time.

After all, there is no possibility of avoiding a fireball rain of this density.

Based on the waves and power emitted by the fireballs when they exploded on the ground, Klaue guessed that even the main battle tanks would be quickly destroyed when surrounded by such fireballs.

The fireballs continued to hit the ground, and the border tribes were almost burned to ashes. There was no way to put up a strong resistance anymore.

However, Ororo and Tracha, the two most powerful beings, did not suffer any harm.

They looked at each other and saw determination and resolve in each other's eyes.

Ororo gritted her teeth and endured the exhaustion. She waved her hands, and a gust of wind lifted her body and rushed towards Fisk.

Tracha followed closely behind, moving as fast as a cheetah.

Tracha followed closely behind, moving as fast as a cheetah.

Tracha was filled with anger at these sudden appearances of armed men. He was the prince of the kingdom, the future king, and all the people here were his subjects. And now Fisk's wanton killings had completely infuriated him. He wanted to make these invaders pay a heavy price.

He has full confidence in his own abilities.

More importantly, he not only took the heart-shaped grass, a powerful herb that can change physical fitness, but also wore hard black panther armor. This armor made of vibranium is not only indestructible, but also can greatly increase his speed and jumping ability.

The whole person was flying close to the ground like a bullet.

Tracha swore secretly in his heart: "No matter who you are, today is your end!"

He clenched his fists, his muscles tensed, ready to deliver a fatal blow the moment he got close to the enemy.

Fisk looked at the two people rushing over with a disdainful smile on his face.

His huge body stood like a mountain, his muscles taut and full of strength.

Slowly withdrew his hand.

The rain of fire in the sky stopped.

This made Ororo and Tracha happy, and at the same time they were more certain that Fisk was the culprit of the fireball rain.

It makes people's movements and speed involuntarily speed up a bit.

Monica took a few steps back, still holding the camera.

Claude and his men rushed back to the village.

Ororo and the other two saw it, but didn't pay any attention to them.

Because, in their opinion, as long as Fisk was defeated, everyone else would be vulnerable.

Ororo took the lead in attacking. She waved her hands, and lightning gathered in her palms, turning into a thick bolt of lightning that struck Fisk.

Fisk was not in a hurry. He just dodged the attack easily by moving to the side.

Tracha took the opportunity to rush forward, he jumped high, and punched Fisk with the force of breaking the wind. Fisk raised his arm and took the punch.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Tracha felt as if his fist had hit an iron wall. The recoil force even penetrated the armor, making his arm numb.

"Tsk, tsk, nice armor!"

Fisk taunted as he swung a punch straight into Tracha's chest.

Tracha quickly crossed his arms to block, but the huge force still pushed him back a few steps, leaving deep footprints where his feet met the ground.

Ororo raised her hands high, her eyes wide open, a determined light flashing in them.

She took a deep breath, and all the strength in her body instantly gathered between her hands.

In an instant, dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder roared, and thick lightning bolts shuttled through the clouds like silver dragons, flashing a terrifying light.

Following Ororo's angry roar, she swung her hands violently, and the lightning seemed to have received an order, striking Fisk with tremendous force.

The lightning instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, and its light was so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it. The strong electric current was like a roaring dragon, rushing straight towards Fisk with the momentum of destroying the world.

With loud crackling noises, the air was instantly ionized wherever the current passed, forming dazzling arcs, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this violent force. The dust on the ground was blown everywhere by the powerful current, forming a misty dust fog.

However, Fisk seemed to be unaware of anything. He just stood there, motionless, like an unshakable mountain. The powerful and deadly current raged wildly in his body, and the blue and white arcs jumped and intertwined, making a terrifying crackling sound.

Although the current did not stop him at all, it did have an effect. The current instantly burned his clothes to black and shattered them, turning them into wisps of black smoke that drifted in the air, revealing the hideous muscles beneath his clothes.

Fisk's muscles seem to be made of steel, each one is bulging high, with strong and powerful lines.

His broad chest seemed to be able to bear a thousand pounds of strength, his thick arms were like sturdy tree trunks, and his biceps were bulging so much that they almost burst the skin.

His abdominal muscles were like tightly arranged stone slabs, hard and neat, and his eight abdominal muscles were clearly visible, as if containing endless explosive power.

The veins on his muscles bulged like a winding earthworm, showing the violent power surging in his body. Under the reflection of the electric current, his skin glowed with a strange luster, adding a bit of terrifying aura.

"How is this possible!" Ororo's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes opened so wide that her eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

His face turned pale instantly, and his clenched hands loosened weakly. Because of extreme shock, his body involuntarily took a small step back, and his breathing became rapid and disordered. He looked incredulous, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

Fisk flashed by at a speed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch him.

He appeared beside Ororo in an instant, and Ororo didn't even have time to react. His right hand was like an iron clamp, grabbing Ororo's slender arm with such force that it seemed to crush her bones.

Then, Fisk mercilessly threw Ororo's body into the air like a light leaf, and then hit the hard ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Ororo groaned in pain, her face full of pain and disbelief. Her facial features were twisted in pain, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were full of fear and despair. Her originally beautiful face became extremely miserable at this moment, and her hair was scattered on her face in a mess, but it could not hide the helplessness in her eyes.

"Ororo!" Tracha roared, his voice full of anger and anxiety. His eyes were wide open, burning with rage, like an enraged lion. His muscles tensed, and he kicked his feet hard, and pounced on Fisk again like an arrow from a bow.

Fisk had a blank expression on his face, but a cold light flashed in his eyes. Facing Tracha's swift attack, he reacted quickly, raised his leg, and kicked Tracha's abdomen with his strong and powerful thigh, making a sharp sound like a heavy hammer.

Tracha instantly felt a huge force coming at him, as if he was hit by a speeding truck. He groaned in pain, his face twisted in pain, veins popping out on his forehead, and as fast as he flew over, he was just as ferocious as he retreated.

Although the vibranium armor on his body helped him absorb most of the power, the power that was as raging as the ocean still made him spit out blood.

"That's it?" Fisk was quite speechless. He felt like he had lost again this time, because he had already sacrificed a large number of souls before the battle began. If someone had elemental vision now, they would see that the colorful light was continuously infused into Fisk's body.

Tracha endured the severe pain and struggled to stand up from the ground. His eyes were full of determination. Regardless of his serious injuries, he suddenly rushed forward and hugged Fisk's legs tightly. "Ororo, go, find Wakanda!" he shouted.

Ororo hesitated for a moment, looking at Tracha with a worried look in her heart, but she knew that this was not the time to hesitate, so she gritted her teeth, flew into the air, and prepared to escape from here.