If Earth's war was a group activity, then Asgard's war was, without question, a stage for only a handful of people.
Because when someone's power reached the point where no number of ordinary soldiers could defeat them, numbers became meaningless. Only someone with equal strength could defeat them.
Odin's two children, Hela and Thor, had undoubtedly both reached that level.
Neither the undead soldiers, who knew no fear, nor the brave and fearless Asgardian warriors could withstand the destructive power unleashed by their clashes.
Thus, everyone consciously retreated and gave up the entire plaza to Odin's two heirs, both of whom possessed a claim to the throne.
In other words, whoever won this battle would naturally become Asgard's new king after Odin.
On the other side, the battle between the giant wolf and Hulk was filled with raw power and savagery.
The man and wolf had fought all the way from the Rainbow Bridge to the waterfall beside the cliff.
Even Hulk's thick, tough body bore several bloody wounds.
The giant wolf was no better off. Several of its fangs had been knocked out, while a large patch of thick fur around its head had been forcibly torn away, exposing the skin beneath. From a distance, it looked like a terrifying patch of baldness.
Watching the intense battle, Frigga took a deep breath, turned around, and asked Allen, "Ragnarok is about to begin, isn't it?"
"Hmm! That's right! If nothing unexpected happens, Thor should soon realize that if he wants to defeat Hela, he must destroy Asgard, along with the World Tree hidden beneath the palace." Allen nodded casually as he pulled out a tender branch that had yet to crystallize from his pocket and handed it over. "Here. This is a young branch taken from the World Tree. After