Ruins of Asgard.
Broken peaks floated in space.
A bald, purple-skinned man with no hair on his head and deep vertical lines on his chin stood upon them, ignoring the cosmic ray radiation.
His attire was simple and capable.
He wore a golden shoulder armor over a vest woven from special blue cosmic fibers on his upper body, brownish-yellow trousers on his lower body, a golden-yellow belt inlaid with black stripes around his waist, and trouser legs tucked into long combat boots with metal knee pads.
Daring to go out into battle in this outfit was undoubtedly a manifestation of extreme confidence in his own strength, wearing virtually no defensive equipment.
That confidence came from his own strength, or perhaps it came from the golden glove on his left arm!
That glove!
It was forged by the Dwarf King Eitri, the greatest blacksmith of the Nine Realms, who crafted it from Uru Metal, the finest metal for forging divine artifacts.
To a large extent, it could offset the backlash damage inflicted by the Infinity Stones on the user, while better helping the wearer wield the power of the stones.
"I don't know whether you are invincible or not, but you are destined to sleep eternally here today," Thanos said with an icy and confident tone.
Although they were both out in space, the vacuum environment still could not stop them from hearing what the other said.
As his voice fell, several tall figures lined up beside him charged out—several individuals whose attire differed from his, but whose faces were completely identical.
They stepped with heavy treads upon the floating debris of the Asgardian civilization in space, using them to leap and rapidly approach Wang Ming.
Facing the aggressive figures, Wang Ming did not show a trace of panic on his