As Loki explained, the viewpoint on the virtual screen flashed upward, arriving at the area where Hawkeye was.
Whoosh—
The gale howled.
This was the storm zone between 1,000 and 1,500 meters.
Placed in this kind of environment, Hawkeye had no choice but to proceed with extreme caution.
The wind was too strong, its speed too fierce. His body kept swaying in midair, rocking left and right, a sight that made people's hearts clench.
But Coulson was not worried by it. He had complete confidence in that set of equipment.
Sure enough, as Hawkeye increased the power output, the flight device sprayed blue tail flames backward and, with a whoosh, carried his body out of the storm zone.
Clap, clap, clap!
An audience member exclaimed in admiration, "This is the triumph of technology!"
The camera view began to move downward, arriving at the area where Emperor Shitian was.
He seemed to stay on the edge of the storm zone and observe carefully for a while before cautiously stepping into it.
Emperor Shitian's performance was different from Hawkeye's. He used the peerless movement art "Free Ascension Step," his steps neither hurried nor slow, hands clasped behind his back, revealing the bearing of a peerless master as if strolling through a quiet courtyard.
The incoming storm had not the slightest effect on him, and he passed through this area with ease.
Down below, Jingtian cheered for him at the top of his voice.
"Master, you're amazing!"
After him, Thor's face appeared on another virtual screen. He still seemed a little dazed, unable to figure out the situation for a moment.
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Loki's voice entered his ears. "Do not look down on any opponent. You, who have lost your divine power, are the weak one here!"
Thor took those