Still No Match for Him

In the darkness, Loki, wrapped in yellow energy, looked down at He-El from above, while He-El raised his head from the ground and gazed at Loki.

It was as though sparks flew from their exchange of glances in the night.

Loki smiled disdainfully, holding the Mind Scepter in his hand, calm, composed, noble, and elegant, as if he had not been the one whose backside had been shattered by He-El earlier, losing all semblance of divine dignity.

Thunderstorm clouds raged incessantly not far from him, spinning at a terrifying speed as lightning turned into silver threads and whirled madly in circles.

Across the entire dark sky, only Loki and the frenzied storm clouds raised by that spinning electromagnetic ring were particularly eye-catching.

The fierce wind howled through the surroundings, making the vegetation and leaves of NASA West District rustle and sway.

"How are you going to deal with Loki?" The gale tousled Thor's golden hair. Watching He-El and Loki gaze deeply at each other, he turned, lifted his head toward Loki in the sky, and asked.

He-El casually tossed Mjolnir to Thor. Thor froze for a moment before hurriedly reaching out to catch Mjolnir.

This electromagnetic ring was different from the one in New Mexico. The one in New Mexico had been smaller and required precise personal control.

This enormous electromagnetic ring occupying the sky only needed He-El to establish a framework and give it some guidance.

All that remained was to push Loki into it.

"Let's see how he reacts," He-El said calmly.

Atomic Armor Mark II had seven main energy reactors and seventy-eight micro-reactors. Its joint-compatible power, whether in energy transmission, speed, or the accumulation of kinetic and potential energy, had reached the utmost limit possible.

If Loki could defend against Atomic Armor Mark II's seventy-five-percent unrestricted energy