The moment Malekith and the Dark Elves sensed the change in their surroundings, an ominous feeling surged through them. But neither the Dark Elves nor Malekith had time to do anything in response.
After their strength was weakened, the Dark Elves were even less of a match for the vampires and werewolves—especially when the vampires and werewolves had the Werewolf Knight leading them. Without Algrim or Kurse, not a single Dark Elf could withstand the Werewolf Knight's assault.
And so, for the remaining Dark Elves, a bloody slaughter that would wipe out their race began. The Dark Elves had experienced such things countless times before, but there was no doubt that this was the most critical moment their race had ever faced—a grave crisis in which they had no chance to fight back at all!
As for Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves, he was unable to go save what few clansmen he had left. His own situation was no better than theirs—if anything, it was even worse!
After all, what Malekith was facing now was a Hulk in a towering rage. A Hulk who had, for the first time since his birth, been driven to the extreme of fury and had completely lost his reason was unquestionably terrifying. His strength was far beyond what Malekith, now deprived of the boost from the dark environment, could contend with!
Especially since what Hulk and Malekith were engaged in right now was a true contest of vitality. At a moment like this, even the slightest weakening was fatal, let alone a drop in strength as severe as Malekith's.
With a pfft, Malekith's body was torn apart by Hulk's bare hands. The frenzied Hulk even began biting into Malekith's body.
And faced with Hulk's assault, Malekith had not even the slightest ability