Loki looked at Ren in terror, his voice trembling. "You... how are you completely fine?"
"This little bit of lingering psychic obsession isn't even enough to tickle me," Ren said flatly.
The corners of Loki's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Tickle him?
He called that fucking tickling?!
Loki screamed inwardly.
He would stake his life on it: even if his father Odin stood here, he could never withstand such a terrifying psychic assault!
In that single instant, Loki's soul had nearly been torn to pieces.
And he called that weak? What the hell counted as strong, then?!
Compared to Ren, what was he? A filthy bug in a gutter?
Loki's face alternated between livid and pale.
If he stood any chance against Ren, he would have charged over and fought him to the death.
Standing here, he was nothing but a useless burden.
Loki was just about to sigh and say something.
Ren raised a hand and cut him off.
"Shut up."
"The big bug is getting serious." Ren's gaze shifted slightly.
The Ren who had descended upon the wasteland was merely a clone.
Even at full strength, he barely possessed Skyfather-tier combat power.
Out among the stars, a Skyfather-tier being was unquestionably a dominant power.
Even someone like Thanos, only a half-step from the Skyfather tier, could rampage across the universe.
But here in the wasteland of the Void...
The Skyfather tier was nowhere near enough.
Alioth, looming in the sky, had spent ages feeding on the remnants of time.
Countless years had passed.
Even a pig that consumed so much high-level energy should have evolved into an invincible divine beast by now.
This monster's power had undoubtedly reached the threshold of the multiverse tier.
For the first time in ages, Ren's clone finally felt a hint of pressure.
"Interesting."
Ren's