Severed Arm and Retribution

"Stop! Aren't you afraid I'll kill them?!"

Ebony Maw tightened his Psychokinesis grip on Loki and Heimdall. The two immediately let out agonized howls, their eyes bulging as bloodshot veins spread across them.

"You—"

Thor stopped in his tracks, teeth clenched. He had thought he could intimidate Ebony Maw with his kingly aura and make him obediently hand over the hostages.

But that plan had indeed fallen through. Ebony Maw was no brainless fool; he knew full well that if he handed over the hostages now, he would immediately be subjected to a righteous beatdown from Thor and the others.

By then...

No matter how strong his Psychokinesis was, he would not be able to escape safely. Thor alone, having chopped off Thanos's arm, was already troublesome enough.

More importantly, unlike the physically formidable Thanos, Ebony Maw lacked the ability to survive in outer space.

The moment he got lost in the cosmic void, he would instantly freeze into a statue "that had stopped thinking" and sit at the same table as Kars.

"Thor, leave this guy to Wanda and the others for some practice."

Leon slowly landed. Wanda and Pietro flashed into place behind him, one on each side, standing like guardian deities.

"Hmph!"

Thor shot Ebony Maw a vicious glare before turning toward Thanos, who was embedded in the wall.

Having lost too much blood, Thanos no longer had the strength to break free from the wall. Yet there was no fear on his face; he merely chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Thor asked with a frown.

"You came back from the future to this past, didn't you?" A sharp gleam flashed through Thanos's bloodstained eyes as he asked with absolute certainty.

"What are you trying to say?"

It was Leon who asked that question.

"My future