Tony spoke in a teasing tone, a smile tugging at his lips as gravity carried him step by step toward Malekith.
At his words, not only Malekith but even the gods of Asgard felt their mouths twitch.
A substitute, my ass. Did he think this was a soccer match?
The gods silently scoffed, but none spoke up. They did not know Tony, yet anyone who dared appear at a time like this had to be formidable, perhaps even on par with Odin.
So the gods wisely kept quiet and watched.
Their silence actually disappointed Tony. He had been waiting for a chance to show off and put someone in their place. After all, a transmigrator who could not do that was no proper transmigrator.
Unfortunately, he had run into a bunch of shrewd old foxes who refused to give him an opening. Tony could only sigh helplessly.
Just then, a cold snort rang out across the scene.
Malekith stared coldly at Tony, naked killing intent filling his eyes.
"Odin dares not come out, so he sent you to your death?"
"Then I shall slaughter you first and see how long he can keep his composure!"
As his words fell, terrifying fluctuations surged from his body. Dark divine power gathered before him, forming an enormous sphere of energy.
With a sweep of Malekith's hand, the energy sphere shot toward Tony.
Tony narrowed his eyes at the sight, while terror appeared on the gods' faces.
They immediately fled backward at top speed.
They sensed death in that energy sphere. If it exploded, they would have no way to withstand it. Running was their only choice.
In mere moments, every god behind Tony had fled, leaving only Thor standing nervously at his back.
Everyone else could leave, but he could not.
After all,