Fall of Odin! Return of Hela, the Goddess of Death!

Asgard.

The sky was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water, and the entire Asgard was shrouded in an atmosphere of stern hostility.

The battle between Odin and Hela had reached a white-hot stage.

The clashes between these two god-level powerhouses possessed truly heaven-destroying and earth-shattering might. Asgard's massive continent suspended in the universe began to experience large-scale collapses and fracturing under the collision of their divine powers.

The magnificent Asgardian buildings collapsed and sank in wholesale batches.

Odin was old, after all. Although he wore the Destroyer Armor, the divine power within his body had been depleted to the extreme.

As the battle progressed, new scars continually accumulated on Odin's body.

In contrast, Hela on the opposite side possessed power that was, in the true sense of the word, endless on this land of Asgard. Even if Odin's Gungnir pierced through her body, it would completely recover in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a trace of a scar.

With one waxing and the other waning, Odin gradually grew unequal to the task.

As the fight dragged on, even the lightning radiance on the tip of the Gungnir in his hand—reputed to never miss—dimmed completely.

Bang!

Yet another extremely violent collision of divine power occurred.

Odin was shaken back several steps in a row and could only use Gungnir to prop himself rigidly against the ground to barely steady his stance.

He gasped heavily for breath, the fire of life on his body flickering like a dying candle in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing at any moment.

"Hela..."

Odin slowly raised his head, his One-Eye looking at the eldest daughter before him who was filled with ambition and a lust for slaughter, his voice extremely weak.

"Spare your two younger brothers."

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