Luo Xia had to admit that Hela was a true god—at the very least, she came closer to godhood than any enemy he had ever faced. Her divine power was practically invincible. In a one-on-one fight, no one present would have been her match.
They had mobilized tens of thousands of people, with powerful fighters emerging one after another and everyone concentrating their strength in one place, just to inflict serious injuries on Hela. Yet even after the AllSpark Troops had emptied their magazines and nearly exhausted their energy, Hela was still standing there, hurling flying swords.
"She's even more brutal than the Hulk." Luo Xia looked at Hela.
Her fighting spirit was truly harder than steel. The wound at her waist was still bleeding constantly, yet the hands she used to throw her flying swords remained steady, always searching for an opportunity to break through the encirclement.
Yes, Hela had finally realized that she could not win this fight. She could only find a way to escape.
During her years of conquering for Asgard, Hela had not won every battle. Strategic retreats were not something she found difficult to accept. The problem was that she was not in Asgard now, and replenishing her depleted divine power was difficult.
Even if she escaped successfully this time, the next time she encountered Luo Xia, she would only be defeated more easily. That was why Hela was unwilling to accept this.
The source of Hela's power was Asgard, yet Odin had severed her connection to the divine realm. If she had been fighting on her home ground, even if Luo Xia's side had ten times their current numbers, they would not have been Hela's match.
And precisely because of that, Luo Xia was even less willing to let Hela go. Who knew