Death Force

Surtur strode toward them, raising the Twilight Sword high and bringing it down upon them.

Fortunately, Sylvie had already left through a portal, allowing The Ancient One and Hela to fight without worrying about anyone else.

Facing the descending blade, The Ancient One and Hela each used their own methods to evade it.

Still unwilling to accept it, Hela hurled several more massive black swords. Yet when they pierced Surtur's body, they failed to harm him in the slightest.

"Your Astral Projection Magic can only inflict physical damage, but Surtur is an elemental creature. You need to use energy against energy."

The Ancient One reminded her from the side, and Hela sighed.

"Fine."

Hela spoke softly.

If her projection magic was useless, she could only use the Death Force dwelling within her body. Hopefully, the recipient would not mind.

Hela closed her eyes and sensed the unfamiliar power within her, attempting to draw upon it.

To her surprise, this power was not as difficult to control as she had imagined. It felt as simple and natural as if it were part of her own body.

While Hela had her eyes closed, The Ancient One had already rushed forward to keep Surtur occupied. Yet after only two exchanges, Surtur and The Ancient One both seemed to sense something and turned their heads.

Hela stood some distance away, slowly opened her eyes, and took a step forward.

As she moved, waves of ominous aura leaked from her body.

Her once-beautiful pupils turned a deep black capable of drawing away an ordinary person's soul. Black eye shadow also appeared around her eyes, making people involuntarily look into them.

Her white hospital gown was gradually eroded by the ominous aura, transforming into a black robe that draped over Hela and lent her an air