In Loki's domain, Loki stood within folded space, his face as pale as a ghost. Keeping up the flow of energy for so long had pushed him to his limit.
At the sight of him, an arrogant smile spread across Zarathos's face. "Little insect, how much longer can you hold on in that state?"
"You've made me very angry, so when I'm done here, I'll break your bones one by one and grind them to dust."
"Try hitting me first."
Though Loki's face was pale, his tone remained defiant.
Hearing this, Zarathos's eyes darkened, and the rage piled up inside him nearly ignited.
Had this been ordinary space, he would have shattered it long ago. But the coordinates of the folded space created by the Tesseract were completely concealed. Even if he shattered space itself, he still wouldn't be able to locate Loki, so he could only wait for him to come out.
"Let's see how long you can keep that mouth running. Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Zarathos continued swinging his Flame Whip, raining down savage attacks.
At last, the final trace of energy in Loki's body was drained. His figure began to flicker as the Tesseract prepared to send him back into normal space.
Zarathos was delighted at the sight. "Little insect, I've finally caught you!"
As he spoke, he lashed out viciously with his Flame Whip, just as Loki tumbled out of folded space.
The terrifying rush of air whipped Loki's hair about. He barely managed to muster the last of his mental power into a barrier before the Flame Whip struck him head-on!
Bang!
A thunderous explosion rang out, and flames swallowed Loki. His hastily constructed mental barrier couldn't withstand Zarathos's full-force blow. It held for less than a second before shattering.
Then an enormous force