The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"Although I don't know what he is doing..."

Casillas had a sinister look in his eyes and said coldly: "But that feeling is very unpleasant. Go ahead and interrupt him!"

As a mage, Casillas is second only to Strange in terms of talent. He can keenly sense a certain power that is gathering in the air.

Depressed, silent, brewing some kind of... heart-stopping destructive spell!

Even though Casillas relies on Dormammu, he doesn't dare to underestimate Strange. After all, the other party is...the Supreme Mage!

When the dark believers heard his words, they bypassed Wang and Mordo and rushed towards Strange who was casting a spell.

"No, hurry up and stop them!" Wang's face changed drastically, and he struggled to crawl out of the ruins. Just when he was about to catch up, his ankle suddenly tightened, and when he lowered his head, he saw that he was actually entangled: "Setolak is deep.

Red belt? Oops!”

"Did I let you go?" Casillas's eyes were cold, and he sneered and tugged on the belt: "It's time for you to leave, King!"

"ah!"

The king was dragged backwards and summoned a sharp blade in panic, trying to cut off the restraints.

"King! Strange!"

When Modu saw this scene, he wanted to run to the rescue, but he didn't know who to help.

It was this moment of hesitation that caused Wang to be dragged closer to Casillas, and a space blade pierced his chest.

"Ahhhh..."

The severe pain of his internal organs being shattered made Wang widen his eyes unwillingly and howl in pain.

"You are the only one left, Master Mordo." Casillas licked his lips, threw away the dead king, stepped on his chest, and sneered: "Now, do you still insist on following them?"

Modu's whole body was cold, and an unprecedented fear occupied his heart.

"Modo, stop them quickly, I can't stop now!" Strange was preparing for the advanced ghost path and had no time to separate himself, so he could only place his hope on Modo.

"I...I'm coming, Strange!"

After Modu came back to his senses, he secretly blamed and annoyed himself and ran towards Strange.

"I said, anyone can leave without my permission!" Casillas sneered, raised his hand and slapped the ground.

Bang!

The ground was like a raised slope, which shook Modu to the ground.

"Go to hell, Sorcerer Supreme!"

Seven or eight dark believers have already rushed in front of Strange.

Their faces were full of ferocious laughter, their eyes were flashing with ecstasy, and they all raised the space blades in their hands, vowing to poke this annoying guy into a hornet's nest!

"He is mine!" A dark believer was the fastest, stabbing Strange with a space blade, his face bursting with ecstasy: "Kill a Supreme Mage, Lord Dormammu will definitely reward me!"

Strange's pupils suddenly shrank, and there was a throbbing in his heart.

Is he...really going to die in the hands of these people?!

"Heroes - come on!!!"

Suddenly, a childish voice came from outside.

The next second, an invisible red shadow fell like a meteor and hit the dark believer.

Click!

The dark believer's sternum collapsed, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.

"You bastards, open your eyes and see what I can do!" The red figure let out a long roar, and instantly blasted out dozens of fist shadows, densely filling the air and erupting into a thunderous roar.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

Almost in an instant, a dozen dark believers flew out, all of them with broken muscles and bones and were dying.

"Casillas, do you remember me?"

After the shadow of the fist dispersed, what appeared in Casillas's eyes was a young man wearing a spider uniform.

Spider-Man...Peter Parker!

There was news from the Technology Development Bureau that Casillas will appear here.

As soon as he heard about Casillas, he rushed to Xiangjiang without stopping, fearing that he would be late and not be able to take revenge with his own hands.

"It's you...it turns out to be you!" Casillas's face changed drastically, and there was blazing anger in his eyes. Two rows of teeth rubbed back and forth, making a squeaking sound, and he said sadly: "It's really too much.

Well...save me for going to find you later, damn stinky spider!"

He could have become a god earlier, but everything was ruined by this smelly spider!

If this bastard hadn't rescued those sacrifices, why would he have failed in the sacrifice, let alone go to Dormammu.

"Why, are you in a hurry? You're not that good either. You've been hiding like a dog for so long!"

Peter used his skill of making people angry to death, and taunted him one after another: "Not only do I want to destroy your plan, but wherever you are, I, Spider-Man, will be indispensable!"

Turns out they are teammates...

Strange watched this scene silently, feeling a little relieved, "This... red spider man? Please help me protect him, I want to cast a powerful spell."

Red Spider Man?

The corner of Peter's mouth twitched. This bastard didn't hear him call Spider-Man!

"Let's see how stubborn you can be!"

Casillas has no intention of retaining it at all, and the thick dark magic fills hundreds of meters in radius: "The me I am now is no longer the me I was before. Let me show you the power Dormammu gave me!"

"Want to cast a spell? Dream on!"

Peter didn't give him any time to cast the spell, and crossed his arms with a scarlet energy ball shining: "This is a trick I have learned with great difficulty, let's have a taste of it - virtual flash!!!"

boom!

The scarlet energy diffused, sweeping directly through the entire street and engulfing Casillas.

After the turbulent scarlet light dissipated, Peter's expression changed slightly, and he saw that Casillas was surrounded by layers of protective shields with rippling black energy. He resisted a false flash and was still intact.

"Go to hell, you stinky spider!"

Casillas raised his hands to the sky and gathered a large amount of dark energy: "Great Lord Dormammu, please grant death to the person in front of you - the ray of destruction!"

A bucket-thick purple wave of destructive light streaked across the void at an astonishing speed.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

The spider sensor buzzed, and Peter popped out two spider silks. After stretching, they flew out directly.

boom!

That purple beam of destruction was so terrifyingly powerful that it could even penetrate space, directly plowing the ground into ravines dozens of feet wide.

The houses and all the buildings along the way were dissolved into granular powder the moment they touched the purple beam. Many people were even unable to scream and were directly vaporized and disappeared.

"You bastard!!!"

Peter tugged hard on the spider thread, and his whole body shot towards Casillas like a sharp arrow.

"It's useless! It's useless! It's useless!" Casillas laughed wildly. At this moment, he felt more and more that the energy in his body was full and violent, as if everything in the world was in his hands.

Casillas resisted Peter's kick, then grabbed his ankle and slammed him to the ground.

Bang!

Peter's bones were all smashed, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Your attacks are of no use to me, you stinky spider!" Casillas pinched Peter's ankle, shook him hard several times, and then threw him to the ruins aside.

Bang!

Peter was like a stream of light, directly smashing into the ruins.

"Hahaha, did you see it?"

Casillas laughed ferociously: "This is my power!"

"Ahem...Ahem..." Peter spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, but there was no trace of panic on his face. Instead, he said calmly: "You are wrong, Casillas, you are the loser."

——Hurry up, cloaked man, don’t waste the opportunity I created!”

"It won't be wasted, everything is ready!"

Casillas's pupils twitched, his expression changed slightly, and he turned back suddenly, Strange's figure reflected in his eyes.

"Be buried in the gravity flow!"

Strange pointed his finger to the sky, and the terrifying spiritual power was like substance, rushing and roaring in the atmosphere: "Goodbye, Casillas, this is my last spell - the Ninety-Ninety Black Coffin!"

A dark cube more than ten meters high rose from the ground under the roaring flow of spiritual power.

There are countless slender cross-shaped swords on the top, which look like a huge tomb. Casillas, who was roaring and restless, was buried in this carefully crafted coffin!