Marvel: Why should I save you? We are close friends.

Wolfsbane recondensed his body in the purple mist, and his eyes beneath the mask flashed with a more vigilant light.

Facing the overwhelming ravens wrapped in the flames of death, the purple mist around him instantly expanded outwards, forming a thick barrier. The ravens collided with the purple mist barrier, making sharp screams, but it was difficult to break through for a while.

But D. Spedo would not give him a chance to breathe. While Wolfsbane was concentrating on dealing with Raven, Spedo appeared from the void above Wolfsbane's head like a ghost.

Suddenly, a dagger flashing with strange light appeared in his hand, and he stabbed towards Langdu's mask with lightning speed.

Langdu seemed to have anticipated this. He raised his chainsaw upwards and blocked the fatal blow.

There was a loud "ding" sound and sparks flew everywhere.

The moment Wolfsbane used the chainsaw to block the attack, he used his arms to throw Spedo out.

Spedo flipped flexibly in the air and landed steadily on the side. The corners of his mouth turned up, and his smile became brighter: "Oh, you have some skills."

However, I am curious, why do you care so much about the mask on your face? Are you afraid that others will see your true face? " There was a hint of lazy sarcasm in Spedo's voice, as if everything was under his control.

"Or does this mask have an extraordinary meaning to you?" Spedo's words were full of provocation and curiosity.

After saying this, the dagger in his hand disappeared again and turned into an exquisite cane.

He stomped his cane heavily, and suddenly, D. Spedo's figure quickly split into seven in the fog. Each clone spoke a different language, as if they could transcend the language barrier and directly communicate the essence of the world.

"The property of fog is to construct reality, and I will use it to defeat you completely."

Seven Spedo figures attacked the wolfsbane mask like ghosts, at a speed that was dazzling.

However, Langdu did not show any panic. He slowly lifted his cloak, revealing the secret hidden inside - there was an exquisite box at the position of his heart, and the ring on his right hand was gently embedded in the box.

The next second, a dazzling light burst out from the box and instantly enveloped Langdu's body.

After the light faded, the figure of the wolfsbane had disappeared, replaced by a huge moth whose wings were covered with eyes of various sizes, flashing a mysterious light.

At the same time, the seven Spedos suddenly felt their bodies begin to spin uncontrollably, and the whole world seemed to be spinning, making them unable to tell the direction for a moment.

"Illusion?" Spedo muttered to himself. Although he had already sensed something in his heart, he remained calm and alert. He tried to attack the wolfsbane, but the seven Spedos' attacks did not land, and instead they hit themselves.

"Oh, oh, so that's it. Is this an illusion that affects the senses? How interesting." Spedo murmured to himself again, with a hint of excitement in his voice. He quickly adjusted his state, trying to find the key to cracking the illusion.

However, Wolfsbane's illusion ability was clearly extraordinary. Every time Spedo thought he had found a breakthrough, he would find himself falling into another, more complicated illusion.

In the following battle, Spedo gradually fell into a passive position due to the constant interference of illusions.

His movements began to become slow and his judgment began to fail, while Wolfsbane was like a ghost, using illusions to constantly create opportunities to launch attacks.

After a fierce attack and defense, Spedo was finally hit by a fatal blow from the wolfsbane, and fell heavily to the ground, without the previous elegance and composure. He knelt on one knee, his face and body covered with scars, and his breathing was heavy and rapid.

"How is it possible that you can see through my illusion." Spedo raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of disbelief.

The wolfsbane, which had transformed into a moth, flew in the sky, looking down at Spedo, and said in his electronic synthesized voice: "The first generation of the Guardian of the Mist, you are so weak. Master Bai Lan should be very happy to kill you. The game is over."

After saying this, Wolfsbane spread his wings, ready to deal a fatal blow to Spedo.

At this moment, the fear of death disappeared from Spedo's face, and a wicked smile appeared instead. That smile was full of confidence and calmness: "Yes, the game is over."

Langdu's heart shuddered, and before he could react, he found that his body seemed to be suspended in time and he could not move.

He widened his eyes in astonishment and tried to break free from the invisible restraints, but to no avail.

"How is it possible..." Langdu's voice was filled with unwillingness and despair.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was a purple flower on his mask.

The wolf's poison mask broke bit by bit. Wolf's poison saw that the severely injured Pesto had disappeared. Instead, Spedo sat on the mist that condensed into a throne, holding a cup of red tea and chuckling:

"When will I give you the illusion that you are not in my illusion?"

"Welcome to my world - here every speck of dust is a lie, but every lie is true." He raised his hand slightly, and the teacup slipped from his hand.

The moment the teacup fell to the ground and shattered, the purple flower seemed to be given life, slowly blooming and releasing a more dazzling light. As the flower bloomed, the wolfsbane mask was completely shattered.

At the same time, Wolfsbane's body began to gradually dissipate, as if being swallowed by an invisible force, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the air.

Spedo picked up the broken fragments of the other's mask and let it turn into ashes in his palm: "The real fog never needs a mask to cover it up - because we ourselves are the puzzle that shrouds everything."

After saying this, Spedo's figure disappeared into the air like mist, and the fog in Hell's Kitchen gradually dissipated.

When the last wisp of fog dissipated, he was already sitting in a cafe three blocks away, raising a glass to the window, as if everything he had just experienced was just a trivial game.

And on his desk, lying quietly was a pair of single-piece reading glasses.