Only when he heard a voice behind him did Thor snap out of his daze. He leaped high into the air and landed in front of Zhang Yang.
A charred body dropped in front of Thor. He crouched down, examined it carefully, and asked softly.
"Is this Hela's body? I'll hold a grand ceremony and give my sister a proper burial."
Thor really was a thoughtless, lovable oaf.
Zhang Yang kicked Thor in the thigh, laughing in exasperation.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hela isn't even dead, and you already want to bury her?"
Thor answered instinctively, "Not dead? How is that possible? I saw it with my own eyes..."
He froze mid-sentence, remembering what Zhang Yang had become.
He grabbed Zhang Yang's arm excitedly, wiped the corners of his eyes, and pressed him for an answer.
"Is that really true?"
Zhang Yang struggled to pry Thor's hand off. "Do I look like a liar to you?"
Thor hurriedly shook his head. "No, no, not at all."
Zhang Yang explained, "The Eternal Flame is nourishing Hela's soul. She'll come back to life soon. As for how much of her strength she recovers, that depends on her luck."
With the Eternal Flame, Hela's strength after her resurrection would still be formidable, though her abilities would change somewhat.
Thor knelt on the ground, staring blankly at Hela's shattered body. She must have suffered so much when she blew herself up.
Zhang Yang had not deliberately tried to peer into Thor's mind. He had simply overheard that thought by accident.
What an idiot. Blowing yourself up happens in an instant. How could the pain last that long?
Wait, how would I know that? I've never tried it.
Zhang Yang slapped his own cheek. Why was he making pointless guesses about something like