Chapter 429 The Departure of Death

The sound of death echoed in the air, and with every word spoken, the surrounding atmosphere became thicker, as if the entire space was infected by an indescribable force of death. Her tone carried an unignorable majesty and coldness, and every word seemed to carry an ancient curse that pierced into the depths of Nathan Hawke's soul.

"You know, in a certain multiverse, the so-called Infinity Stones are not simple fragments of the universe. They come from the hands of the goddess of vengeance and contain endless anger and power." Death said softly, with a strange sneer in her voice. As she spoke, her white hands slowly raised, and a strange light gradually emerged in her palms. In the light, an irregularly shaped gem was faintly revealed. The surface of the gem was covered with complex and ancient runes, exuding a chilling breath.

"And I am older and more powerful than the goddess of vengeance." Death continued, with endless confidence and coldness in his voice, "In my hands, this gem will transcend all established rules and become the ultimate that you cannot escape."

As soon as the words fell, the irregular gem in the hand of death emitted a strong black light, which spread out instantly, as if to swallow the entire space. Nathan Hawke only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his body was suddenly pulled by an invisible force, and instantly appeared in a completely unfamiliar space.

This was a pitch-black area, with no light sources around, only endless darkness and silence. The air was filled with a strong smell of death, as if every breath was devouring the power of life. The ground under his feet was cold and hard, and Nathan could feel the biting cold coming from the soles of his feet, as if the whole world was frozen.

Nathan Hawke raised his head and tried to find the direction, but the surroundings were in chaos and he could not tell east, west, south, or north. The sky above his head was also shrouded in darkness, as if a huge black curtain covered it. There was no starlight, no moon, only endless darkness and emptiness. There was an unsettling sense of oppression in the air, as if there was some unknown danger hidden in every corner, ready to swallow him up at any time.

Nathan Hawke's heart sank slightly. He could clearly feel that this realm was not an ordinary space, but a closed world composed of pure death power. Here, the laws of time and space seemed to be distorted, and everything was dominated by the strong breath of death.

With every step he took in this area, Nathan Hawke could feel the power in his body being suppressed, as if an invisible force was depriving him of his vitality. The ground beneath his feet rose and fell slightly as if breathing, conveying a strange pulsation, as if the whole world was alive, and he was just an insignificant passerby in it.

Nathan Hawke's eyes became more alert, and he knew that everything in front of him was the embodiment of the true power of death. In this realm, death was everywhere and all-encompassing. His every move and every thought seemed to be monitored and controlled by some invisible force.

The darkness around him seemed to have come to life, and the sound of death came from all directions, like countless whispers echoing in Nathan Hawke's ears. The sound was sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes cold as frost, sometimes low as thunder, as if the entire space was under her control.

"Nathan Hawke, do you really think you can resist the power of death? Here, I am the master of everything. No matter how you struggle, you will eventually return to nothingness. Every drop of your blood, every bit of your soul, will become a part of this realm, and you will never be able to escape."

This voice haunted Nathan Hawke's mind like a ghost, trying to shake his will and plunge him into endless despair. However, there was no wavering in Nathan Hawke's eyes. He had already prepared to face everything and would never back down at this moment.

"It's time to show my strength." Nathan Hawke whispered to himself, his tone full of firmness and fearless determination. His body began to release strong energy fluctuations, and the power seemed to burst out from the depths of his heart, quickly spreading throughout his body, causing the breath of death in the air to suddenly stagnate.

Nathan Hawke suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with fiery light, and his voice was as loud as thunder, shaking the entire space. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing the sky, and a strong destructive force began to spread around his body. The force was extremely violent, as if it could swallow up the world.

As Nathan Hawke moved, the surrounding space began to twist violently, as if it could not bear the pressure of this powerful force. Cracks gradually appeared in the death domain, and the violent vibrations made the entire domain seem to fall into a doomsday collapse. A strong energy fluctuation filled the air, as if the anger of nature was accumulating, waiting for the final explosion.

Nathan Hawke's eyes became bright, as if burning with two balls of eternal flame. Violent energy surged around his body, and that power swept around like a violent storm, tearing the breath of death in the air into countless pieces. The cracks on the ground expanded, as if the entire earth was responding to his call.

"Let everything return to nothing!"

The black and white energy that erupted from Nathan Hawke's body swept across like a violent storm, instantly filling the entire space. The black and white energy intertwined, as if two diametrically opposed forces were blending in his body, forming an extremely powerful opposing force. This force carried an unstoppable destructive power, and every inch of space seemed unable to withstand the existence of this force. A low "buzzing" sound came from the air, as if the entire field was trembling.

The black and white energy continued to spread, and quickly came into fierce conflict with the surrounding death domain. The death domain was filled with endless darkness and coldness. The power seemed to come from the malice of the abyss, full of the breath of destruction and despair. The black energy surged rapidly in the death domain, as if countless dead souls were screaming and struggling in it, trying to devour Nathan Hawke's power.

Nathan Hawke's destructive power was not suppressed by the breath of death. The white light was like the dawn, shining tenaciously in the darkness, and every spread seemed to tear the shackles of the death realm. The black energy was like an endless abyss, with a suffocating sense of oppression, forcibly suppressing the breath of death.

The two forces collided violently in space. The confrontation between the power of destruction and the realm of death was like two giant dragons circling and interweaving in the sky. Every collision would cause a strong shock wave, tearing the surrounding space into countless cracks. The air was filled with a harsh "buzzing" sound, which was the violent vibration caused by the energy competing with each other.

The death power of the death domain was not to be outdone. It seemed as if the death energy of the entire space was being driven by this power. It quickly gathered and turned into a vortex of death whirlwinds, trying to devour Nathan's black and white energy. Nathan Hawke's black and white energy also expanded rapidly. Every surge was accompanied by an extremely tenacious will, forcibly tearing apart the encirclement of the death domain.

The confrontation in the space became more and more intense. The black and white energy and the death energy were entangled fiercely in the air, and countless flashes of light and darkness burst out between them, as if a doomsday storm was raging in this area. Every flicker of light would cause the entire space to vibrate, and the cracks gradually expanded, as if it would collapse at any time.

Death's gaze was still indifferent, but a trace of imperceptible solemnity appeared in her eyes. She could clearly feel that Nathan Hawke's power was gradually breaking through her domain constraints, and the black and white energy impact had threatened her control.

When Nathan Hawke and the power of death collided fiercely, the entire space seemed to be under extreme pressure. Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound rang out in the air, like a broken lens echoing in the silence. This sound seemed to hit the fragile part of the entire domain, with a sense of irreversible end. Cracks spread rapidly from all corners of the space, and the originally dark and silent domain seemed to break like a mirror, with fragments flying, with a doomsday-like silence.

The figure of death seemed particularly cold in these broken spaces. She looked up at Nathan Hawke, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes that could not be concealed. Her voice was still cold, but it was less oppressive, and more of an indescribable admission and helplessness: "Nathan Hawke, I must admit that I lost to be able to do this."

Nathan Hawke raised his eyebrows slightly, with a puzzled look on his face. He thought the battle was far from over, and his fighting spirit was still surging. In fact, the battle with death is not only a showdown of strength, but also a test of the limits of energy and the laws of the universe. He likes this kind of excitement, especially when facing an opponent like death, which makes him feel as if he is challenging the ultimate rules of the universe.

There was a hint of reluctance in his tone: "So... you don't plan to continue?"

Death's gaze remained dark as she shook her head slightly, her voice carrying an irresistible sense of finality: "It's over, Nathan Hawke. You've proven your power, there's no point in continuing. Now, it all depends on whether Thanos can break through his own limits."

Nathan Hawke sighed softly after hearing this. Although he still felt a little unsatisfied, he also understood that every word of death was a symbol of the end, and any continued challenge would fall into an endless cycle and meaningless consumption. So, he shrugged his shoulders, with a hint of calm reality in his tone: "With Thanos' current strength, it is impossible for him to defeat Thor."

Death did not respond, but looked at Nathan indifferently, and then the dark domain began to disintegrate rapidly. The darkness in the death domain receded like a tide, and Nathan Hawke felt the oppression around him dissipate instantly, as if the space was being reshaped, the darkness faded, and light descended again.

Then, Nathan Hawke stood beside the three sisters of fate again. Everything around him returned to normal, as if the battle just now was just a dream. However, he could still feel the fighting spirit in his body that had not completely subsided, and the profound power he realized in the confrontation with death.

The three sisters of fate looked at Nathan Hawke with complicated eyes, as if they were weighing everything he had just experienced and the possible impact on the future. Nathan Hawke just exhaled lightly, thinking about the last words of death in his heart - "Now, everything depends on whether Thanos can break through his own limits."

But Nathan Hawke also knows in his heart that although Thanos is powerful, it is still unknown whether he can really change his fate when facing Thor's thunder power.