How Dare You Feed My Magic Dog Shit?

Spatial magic? And you could wholesale it like cabbages?

Opening thousands of portals at the same time was something even draining the most deeply rooted archmages of Asgard wouldn't make possible!

Spatial spells drained mana the most, but the man named Ren in front of him wasn't even blushing or gasping for breath—he was simply a monster without an upper limit.

Others thought Hela only knew how to play with twin swords, but deep down she was a top-tier sorcerer.

She knew all too well what perverted spatial mastery was required to open so many portals simultaneously.

"Disgusting spatial tricks." Hela forcefully suppressed the shock in her heart and sat back down on the throne.

Her fingers, painted with black nails, danced gently in midair.

Rampant Deathforce spread out from her fingertips.

The dazzling golden circles at Ren's feet instantly flickered wildly.

"Ding!"

"Your portals have suffered severe interference from Deathforce, and the signal is extremely poor!"

"Your portals' emotions are becoming irritable, and operational errors may occur at any time!"

"Warning! Your portals are currently extremely dangerous; you are advised to stop casting spells immediately!"

The system's notification sounds kept refreshing crazily in his mind.

Ren lowered his head and took a look. Oh, boy.

The ancient dead corpses that had been queuing up to fall into the sun were in bad shape now. The portals flickered on and off; some monsters went in halfway and were directly cut in two at the waist by spatial blades, or else only their heads went in while their bodies stayed outside.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with severed limbs and broken arms, which was much more tragic than simply falling into the sun just now.

Ren was amused and shouted across to the other side, "Big