However, such a brave team was cut down like wheat at this very moment, their lives harvested one after another.

When most of the people present were barely able to stand on their own, Blaine frowned and noticed that the number of gods seemed to have decreased.

There was no need to think too deeply about it. They were definitely not killed by the prehistoric Avengers or the prehistoric Bounty Hunters. Instead, it seemed that they had left of their own accord.

Blaine personally witnessed a Celestial descend with a weapon, smashing an iceberg to pieces, then lifting its foot as if crushing someone beneath the ice. After doing all this, the Celestial’s form grew weaker and weaker, until it finally vanished into thin air.

Blaine guessed that these Celestials simply found no enjoyment in slaughtering Earth’s superheroes. Having lost interest, they chose to leave. If it were Blaine himself—someone who could easily dominate the lives of others—he would also quickly grow bored of fighting such opponents.

Sure enough, after that Celestial disappeared in full view, it seemed to serve as a signal to the others. It was as if, invisibly, they were saying: let’s go, there’s no need to keep fighting.

Immediately afterward, in less than a minute, all the Celestials vanished, and peace was restored to Earth once more.

Just as Blaine let out a deep breath and tried to relax, the prehistoric man seized control of his body. Holding the trident upside down behind his back, he teleported directly to the iceberg that had been crushed by the Celestial who disappeared moments earlier.

With a wave of his hand, the Bounty Hunter collected all the shattered remnants of the iceberg into the Hunter’s space. Beneath it, the corpse that had been brutally trampled by the Celestial was revealed.

Only then did Blaine realize that the one who had died was none other than Black Panther—the Black Panther of an unknown predecessor.

At this moment, Black Panther’s body had almost been flattened into pulp by the Celestials. Not only was all life gone from him, but every bone in his body had been shattered.

Although Blaine could tell that his prehistoric self was desperately trying to use a rejuvenation potion to save Black Panther, it was completely futile. The rejuvenation potion was meant only for someone on the brink of death, with a single breath remaining. But now, Black Panther’s body was already cold.

"Senior, wake up, wake up—"

"Senior... Senior!!!"

However, the prehistoric Bounty Hunter was unwilling to accept reality. He frantically poured the rejuvenation potion over the corpse, almost soaking it entirely in the liquid.

Staring down at the lifeless body, the Bounty Hunter finally stopped. The remaining potion slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground, and his entire body froze in place.

Blaine knew himself better than anyone. The more he entered this state, the closer he was to losing control and going completely berserk. Although his memories were incomplete and he no longer remembered any connection with the Black Panther lying there, for some reason his heart felt unbearably heavy.

Suddenly, the killing intent in Blaine’s eyes grew stronger and stronger—or rather, the killing intent of both his present self and his former self surged together. In an instant, the already freezing temperature around them dropped even further.

Even the few people from Wakanda standing near Blaine quickly retreated from his side. At this moment, if anyone dared to remain next to him, they would definitely be frozen to death by the extreme cold. This could no longer be described as an ice cellar. It was more like a humanoid embodiment of extreme ice—an advanced version of it.

As the temperature plummeted, Blaine’s body was instantly surrounded by layers of ice within a ten-meter radius, cracking and spreading outward. Even a towering iceberg in the distance collapsed inexplicably. At this moment, it felt as if the entire North Pole was on the verge of an earthquake. Perhaps this was the manifestation of killing intent itself.

"Mr. Hunter."

A sudden voice echoed in Blaine’s mind. Instantly, Blaine raised his head, and his body vanished from where he stood.

No one knew who had made the call. Perhaps they could no longer endure the extreme cold. But the moment Blaine lifted his head, that person’s heart suddenly stopped. He would likely never forget that sensation for the rest of his life.

When Blaine reappeared, his teleportation had carried him directly beyond Earth itself.

Blaine’s eyes were blood-red, veins bulging violently, as if he were suppressing unimaginable rage. Although his body was now overflowing with power, he knew very well that this strength came at the cost of burning his own blood. It might be worth it for a short time, but at this moment, Blaine no longer cared.

(Until the very end, Blaine never understood why the deaths of the other prehistoric Avengers did not affect him the same way, yet Black Panther alone drove him into this state—so much so that he was willing to impulsively damage his own body for it.)

Suddenly, a red light flickered rapidly in Blaine’s eyes. The trident behind him abruptly lifted and stabbed forward with brutal force.

Boom—

The trident struck something solid, hitting its target precisely and blasting it directly onto the surface of the Moon.

Upon closer inspection, it was a group of Celestials. Blaine narrowed his eyes. Yes—this was the one who had killed Black Panther with its own hands, no, with its feet. If his judgment was correct, this was the result of soul-tracking. With such an ability, Blaine had never worried about identifying the culprit.

It seemed the Celestial’s luck was poor. It had barely left Earth before being tracked down by Blaine’s prehistoric self.

Blaine said nothing more. He moved in to attack without hesitation. The revenge for killing a companion had to be repaid immediately.

The Celestial group appeared enraged at being unexpectedly struck by the trident and teleported forward to kill Blaine in return.

However, Blaine knew very well that with his current body, he alone was definitely not their opponent. After all, just moments ago, he had taken on several Celestial groups by himself.

Yet the more Blaine thought about something, the more it seemed to come true.

As his body surged forward, danger perception activated instantly. Several terrifying auras appeared from all directions. There was no need to think further—another group of gods was intervening.

However, the prehistoric Bounty Hunter was not afraid in the slightest. Especially now, consumed by extreme rage and overdrawing his strength, there was no reason to fear them.

With a single motion, the trident automatically flew back into his hand. At some unknown moment, it seemed to have been coated in a layer of gold, radiating a brilliant, golden glow.

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