Seeing that she could not move her hands, Hela tilted her head and stabbed Apocalypse with the antlers on her head.
But when they reached Apocalypse, they were blocked by an invisible wall of energy.
Furious, Hela repeatedly stomped at Apocalypse, trying to crush his toes.
Both of Hela's feet moved so fast they left afterimages, but Apocalypse strolled leisurely, always evading by a hair's breadth.
Hela was so angry she was practically ready to spit at him.
Apocalypse asked with a smile, "Sif, Thor, did this kind of hairstyle exist in ancient Asgard? It looks awful."
Thor said bluntly, "Now that you mention it, I think it looks awful too."
Sif pursed her lips in a smile. However, given her status, she did not dare disrespect Hela and merely said, "I haven't studied ancient fashions and attire."
Hela gritted her teeth. "One day, when I recover my strength, I'll turn every last one of you into mummies!"
Apocalypse frowned. This was a little troublesome.
Hela was stubborn, and not just ordinarily stubborn.
Calling her as stubborn as a bull would be flattering her.
Seeing Apocalypse in a difficult position, Sif said, "Let's take her back to Asgard first and let her meet the Queen Mother. Perhaps she has a way."
"Fine."
"I'll call Heimdall. Heim..." Thor said.
Before he could finish, a seven-colored divine light descended from the sky.
Heimdall had been watching this place all along.
With God King Odin, the current king Thor, and Prince Tang, who had changed Asgard's fate, all gathered here, Heimdall naturally treated responding to this place as his top priority.
Hela suddenly stopped struggling, and a faint smile hid in her eyes.
They flew along with the seven-colored divine light, crossing countless galaxies.
Apocalypse's hands suddenly went empty. Hela's hands transformed into