In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

Jonathan continued to increase his strength, injecting more curse power into the battlefield.

Black spell lines intertwined in the air, forming a complex web pattern.

As the pressure from higher dimensions grows, space begins to distort and deform, and the laws of reality become fragile under this pressure.

Colors began to fade, sounds became distorted, and even the flow of time became disrupted.

A strange voice sounded in the darkness...

"Hehe, I finally found you——"

This is a sign that the dimensional demon is about to come.

The beast's soul finally realized the urgency of the situation.

Now, it has no choice.

Energy began to gather deep within the soul.

That is not a force used for attack, but a complete self-negation of the "concept".

The "beast" wants to completely erase its existence in this dimension and cut off all connections with its original body.

This is the only way to stop the dimensional demon from tracking you.

The energy concentration in space rises dramatically.

Chaos and curse collide violently in this area, creating a heart-pounding resonance.

The form of the "beast" began to disintegrate, but this time it was not for reorganization, but for complete extinction.

The self-destruction begins.

A conceptual explosion bloomed in the void. It was the negation of existence itself, a disintegration more terrible than nuclear fission.

Space tears apart at the force and the laws of reality are temporarily bent.

Time stagnated at the explosion point, then accelerated madly, and finally became completely chaotic.

Violent energy swept across the entire battlefield.

Murakami's body completely collapsed under this conceptual impact, and his consciousness was torn to pieces by the energy storm.

Neuronal activity decreases dramatically and brain tissue begins to die.

His consciousness fell into eternal darkness and he could never wake up again.

Seeing this, Jonathan immediately launched a defense, allowing the power of fear to form a shield on his body.

But this conceptual explosion still had a huge impact on him.

His existence was briefly shaken and his consciousness fell into chaos for a moment.

When the energy storm finally subsided, space stabilized again.

The battlefield left scars that are difficult to heal. The laws of reality have become fragile here, and the barriers of dimensions are full of cracks.

The afterglow of chaos and curse lingered in the air, forming a strange energy vortex.

Jonathan looked around and confirmed that the "beast's" soul had completely dissipated.

High in the sky, the crack in the dimension slowly healed like a hideous wound.

Dark energy threads intertwined in the air like a giant spider web, stitching the broken space inch by inch.

Every time the energy lines interweave, it is accompanied by a teeth-grinding hissing, as if tens of millions of souls are wailing in pain.

The breath of the dimensional demon swirled in the air like a sticky poisonous fog.

Its presence is so strong that the air around it becomes distorted and light is twisted into strange shapes under its influence.

It is a being that is beyond human comprehension, whose every breath can cause ripples in reality and every movement can tear through the barriers of time and space.

The demon's gaze pierced through the void as if it were real; it was a gaze filled with primitive desire.

Under its gaze, reality seemed to tremble. Countless tiny tentacles stretched out from the void, flashing with sickly phosphorescence, dancing wildly in the air, looking for its target.

Each tentacle is covered with dense suction cups, and the edges have serrated protrusions that shine with a cold light.

Jonathan could feel the suffocating pressure.

Every nerve he could feel was screaming, every cell in his body was trembling instinctively.

That is the most primal fear when facing an apex predator.

But he did not resist at all, because the location where the demon was located was not the main Marvel universe, but the realm of "beasts".

What's more, there is a Supreme Sorcerer, Ancient One, guarding here. As long as she is alive, who dares to mess around?

The breath of the demon god contained indescribable greed and desire, just like a prisoner who had been hungry for a thousand years and finally smelled the scent of food.

Space is distorting and reality is breaking.

The existence of the demon itself is a blasphemy to this dimension.

Its huge body is hidden in the cracks of the dimension, and only its constantly moving tentacles indicate its existence.

Every time its tentacles swept through, the air would make a sound similar to glass breaking, leaving behind visible cracks in space.

"Hehehe...it turns out it's not you."

The demon's voice rang in Jonathan's mind. It was not a sound wave transmitted through the air, but a concept that appeared directly in the depths of consciousness.

Each syllable carries enough power to tear apart the mortal spirit, like thousands of steel needles piercing the brain at the same time.

Jonathan felt warm liquid flowing out of his nasal cavity. It was his nosebleed, flowing out uncontrollably under the impact of the words of this inhuman being.

"I will continue to find you..."

There was a hint of disappointment in the demon's voice, and its tentacles began to shrink, drawing countless twisted tracks in the air.

Every time a tentacle was retracted, it would leave a faint afterimage in the air. Those afterimages seemed to contain countless distorted faces, which screamed in pain and disappeared without a trace in the next second.

Jonathan stood there, his clothes rustling in the violent energy airflow.

His eyes reflected the strange light that bloomed when the dimensional rift healed, but a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Blood flowed from his nose and dripped along his chin, leaving a dark red mark on the ground.

"Oh, whatever."

He shrugged dismissively.

As the last dimensional crack healed, the demon's aura finally dissipated completely.

The space returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

On the ground, Murakami's body had begun to rot.

The conceptual explosion not only destroyed his consciousness, but also accelerated the decay of his body.

Black liquid flowed out of his seven orifices, emitting a disgusting stench.

“Isn’t this what you deserve…”

Jonathan ignored Murakami's body and took out his mobile phone from the system space.

"Hey, Dad? Send someone over here. I've got it sorted out here."

"Oh, yes, send a team over... help me transport it to the company. I need it for my experiments."

at the same time.

The top of Kunlun Mountain is shrouded in clouds.

The Jade Emperor sat upright on the jade steps, with a light golden aura lingering around him.

His eyes, which had seen through the ages, were slightly closed, and immortal power flowed in his body, resonating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a strange wave came into his perception. It was a heart-pounding dimensional force mixed with a strong breath of curse.

The Jade Emperor's eyes suddenly opened, and two golden lights pierced through the clouds like sharp swords.

He could feel that there was a familiar aura hidden in that fluctuation——

That is the power of Iron Fist, but it is different from the energy of previous generations of Iron Fist.

"Who's on duty?"

The Jade Emperor opened his mouth, and his voice echoed in the sea of ​​clouds like heavenly music.