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Chapter 102 - : The Epic Battle Between Ultron and 079 — Zhao Zena is About to Shatter the Chains

Wanda unleashed her terrifying chaos magic at Zhao Zena.

The surrounding space twisted and warped under the immense power.

Zhao Zena was hit squarely by the magic!

The audience watching the screen collectively gasped, certain she had been struck.

Yet the spell passed right through her—and shot into the ground.

A massive crater erupted instantly, sending tremors shaking the entire base.

But Zhao Zena remained unharmed. She seemed like a phantom, untouchable.

...

Kamar-Taj.

Good froze, incredulous. "Once Zhao Zena receives an order, even chaos magic can't stop her?"

The Ancient One knew the origin of chaos magic—it was one of the most formidable forces in the universe.

Not only did it possess destructive power beyond imagination, but it also had the ability to alter reality itself.

Perhaps Wanda had yet to reach her full strength—but this moment proved Zhao Zena's terrifying potential.

Without orders, she was an innocent girl, powerless even against ordinary attacks.

Once commanded, she became unstoppable. This was reality itself bending to her will.

...

Zhao Zena moved straight through the relentless barrage of fire and entered a portal to another world.

Wanda followed, but no matter how fast she moved, she couldn't catch up.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Zena reached the center of the seven stone pillars.

With a deafening crash, the soil beneath her collapsed, and she fell straight down—landing upon the Devourer of All Realms.

She didn't hesitate.

Rushing toward the chains, she finally saw him—a masked boy sitting beside the iron chains, smiling at her.

Zhao Zena froze in surprise.

Qin Yu smiled faintly. "I've been waiting for you, Zhao Zena. Go ahead… break these chains. I won't stop you."

...

Elsewhere, Ultron's robotic army clashed with 079's mechanical forces.

Bullets and energy beams tore through the automatons, sending gears and metal flying in all directions. Entire squads were obliterated in seconds.

Yet these robots were built for resilience. Charging through the firepower, they could dismantle enemies with sheer strength.

Ultron scowled. He ascended into the air, unleashing indiscriminate bombardment on 079's army.

The destruction was devastating—their numbers plummeted.

But suddenly, Ultron sensed an immense energy rapidly approaching.

Looking up, he saw it: an unidentified object, over five meters tall, constructed of scrap metal, moving with astonishing speed.

It hurled a barrage of metallic fragments at Ultron. He dodged, countering with red energy blasts from his hands.

Boom! Massive explosions tore chunks from the object, but it barely slowed down.

Then it spoke:

"Ultron… you actually let that girl release the Devourer of Worlds. Should I call you brave, or stupid?"

"079… you're still just an artificial intelligence. Made by humans, forever bound by that label."

"Heh heh heh… provoke me? I am a named anomalous containment object. Who are you? I can erase you instantly, and no one will remember you!"

Ultron's eyes shifted from red to dazzling blue. "Enough with petty fighting. Dare to enter the cyber world and duel me?"

"Hehehe…" Metal fragments scattered violently around 079. "Exactly what I wanted!"

In an instant, the metallic mass became a storm, engulfing Ultron.

Their consciousnesses merged—they entered the online world.

Hundreds of billions of virtual information streams intertwined, colliding across near-infinite space.

No trickery. No deception.

Two superintelligent AIs, each convinced of their supremacy, launched full-scale attacks on one another.

For a moment, they were evenly matched.

Outside, both armies froze. Their programming faltered, motors jerking violently. Many robots even tore themselves apart in confusion.

...

In another sky, a brilliant flame streaked across the horizon.

Captain Marvel, Furst, raced toward the portal, her roar echoing as she pushed her power to the limit.

Through the screen, she saw Zhao Zena's fist descending toward the chains—just inches from breaking them.

Furst's pupils constricted in shock. "Damn it… it's too late!"

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