Before the Palace of Corpses.
"They found Sif's location? How was that possible?"
Hela glanced at the Underworld Bone Dragon, her brows tightly furrowed.
Having lost half his divine power, Loki was steadily driven back under Thor's savage assault. He retreated behind Hela, his expression incomparably grim.
"Did you go to Frigga for a prophecy? Or did you win over the Three Goddesses? No, impossible. I know Frigga's condition very well. She simply cannot make prophecies in her current state. The Three Goddesses have always lived in seclusion, so they were even less likely to help you... Thor, did you find help from another divine kingdom?!"
Thor spoke coldly. "Asgard's internal affairs can only be resolved by Asgard. I have not colluded with any foreign gods."
Loki frowned at those words.
Just then, a pale yellow tide of divine power swept forth from afar!
"Sif?!" Sensing that aura, Thor's expression brightened, and his figure flashed away in a bolt of lightning.
Tyr, the God of War, followed close behind.
Soon, on the barren and deathly silent earth, the wounded Sif appeared before them.
Sif barely held herself upright, divine power surging around her as she struggled to fend off the Underworld Bone Dragon's attacks. Behind her stood the protected Lin Qiye and No. 22.
Although this was her first time meeting Lin Qiye, his desperate act of rescuing her from the dungeon had already filled her heart with goodwill toward him.
Now that she had broken free of her restraints, she could not possibly stand by and watch Lin Qiye be killed by the Underworld Bone Dragon.
"Sif!" Thor's eyes swiftly lit up when he saw her.
He glanced at the Underworld Bone Dragon nearby, and the fury in his eyes flared once more. He abruptly raised the silver hammer