Russell's fist slammed into Frost Giant King Laufey's chest, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The next instant, Russell's physical strength and Divine Power erupted together.
Bang!
Frost Giant King Laufey was sent flying.
Blood sprayed from his seven orifices along the way, falling to the ground and freezing into icy blossoms.
After smashing through countless glaciers and rocks, Laufey's body finally stopped tumbling and landed amid the ruins.
As the dust gradually settled, Laufey still did not rise.
Thor and the others looked over to see Laufey's chest caved in and covered in cracks.
His bloodshot eyes were crimson, yet his pupils could not focus. He looked both terrifying and ridiculous.
Thor believed he could defeat Laufey in a one-on-one fight. He had once sent him flying with a single hammer blow.
But that attack had been all smoke and no damage.
To kill Frost Giant King Laufey in one strike, Thor's father Odin would probably have to act personally, wielding Gungnir.
Russell stepped forward and walked toward Laufey in the distance.
Laufey was not dead, which surprised him somewhat.
He had thought he could blow apart Laufey's chest with one punch.
He had not expected to merely grievously wound him. He truly was a king who had once clashed with Odin.
Although his strength had declined, he could still survive a serious punch.
Tap, tap, tap~
At that moment, Laufey remembered his full name: Laufey Ymirson.
He seemed to see his father—the Progenitor of the Frost Giants, Ymir—coming to welcome him.
Struggling with all his strength, Laufey clutched his chest and climbed up from the ground.
He was the king of the Frost Giants. He could die in battle, but he could not lie on the ground like a coward and await his enemy's judgment.
"Cough,