Obtaining the Incantation

Apocalypse waited for a while, but there was no response from the Land of Darkness.

When the Rainbow Bridge had descended just now, it was impossible for a place as dark as Vanaheim not to notice.

Either they did not want to come out, or they did not dare to come out and face Apocalypse and the others.

The image of that punch in Asgard must have been sent back to Vanaheim long ago. No matter how impulsive the Dark Elves were, they knew Apocalypse was not someone to provoke.

Since that was the case, Apocalypse would not be polite. He had come as an unwelcome guest in the first place. If they would not come out, he would kick down the door.

"When I make a move later, you do the talking," Apocalypse said to Thor.

"What do you mean?"

Before Thor could react, Apocalypse suddenly threw a punch into the sky.

With a soft bang, a massive deep-blue fist imprint flew into the air. After traveling dozens of kilometers, it stopped in the sky.

From afar, it looked like a full moon.

Pale blue radiance spilled across Vanaheim's ground, immediately exposing many Dark Elves who had been hiding in the shadows.

The elves panicked, then swiftly searched for the nearest patch of darkness to hide in.

However, this was only the beginning.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

With dozens of soft explosions in succession, Apocalypse launched dozens of Infinite Divine Fists across a radius of a thousand kilometers.

Under the control of his divine sense, those fist imprints hung in the sky, ready to descend at any moment, like Dark Elf versions of the Sword of Damocles.

Dozens of Infinite Fist imprints were like dozens of moons.

The pale blue radiance turned everything within sight into a bizarre