Two Thors!
The audience's excitement was beyond words.
But just as they eagerly awaited the battle to continue, they realized the Thor brothers in the sky had gone still.
"Loki." Thor opened his mouth, and it seemed as though lightning coiled around his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Loki looked at him, his feelings complicated.
Although he had long guessed Hong Fei's intentions, personally dragging Thor out of his downfall and watching him rise from the ground into the sky were entirely different experiences.
Still, he maintained his smile. "You look much more pleasing now, but I'm afraid you still can't win."
"Enough, Loki. I know your purpose now."
"My purpose is to defeat you."
"No, your purpose is to wake me up."
"Bullshit!"
Thor laughed. "You can't fool me. We're brothers. Thank you!"
He thanked him sincerely. Ignoring Loki's expression, he raised a hand and ripped the control device embedded in his neck free. As he clenched his fist, lightning flared in his palm, and the sky rumbled in response.
"Do you have any other plans? Should we kill our way out now, or get revenge first?" As he spoke, Thor turned toward the Grandmaster above and made an extremely arrogant throat-slitting gesture at him.
The Grandmaster's expression naturally changed at the sight, and he turned to bark orders at his subordinates.
Loki said unhappily, "You're causing me trouble again? Even if I had a plan, you've ruined it."
"Haha, don't be so petty. Look at me—they actually cut my hair. I have to shave that Grandmaster bald. Help me!"
Loki laughed in exasperation. "Help you? You make it sound so simple. But you should know that the Grandmaster is the ruler of this planet. Do you think the two of us can make enemies of everyone on this planet?"