"This is way too fake!"
Yang Bo looked at the Destroyer, which Thor had knocked flat with a single blow of his hammer, and fought the urge to roll his eyes.
Thor's attack had been powerful, badly deforming the Destroyer's armor in one strike, but Yang Bo knew that, for the self-repairing Destroyer, damage like that was only a scratch.
The problem was that the Destroyer Armor just lay motionless in the crater, playing dead and willingly helping Thor show off.
Clad in armor, Thor didn't even look at the Destroyer lying in the crater. Instead, he walked toward Jane in his flashy battle gear as she gazed at him with affection.
Looking at the handsome, powerful Thor, Jane felt her jeans becoming a little uncomfortable. She cautiously reached out to touch his armor.
"Is this what you usually wear?"
Thor smiled and said, "More or less."
"It's pretty handsome!"
Just as Thor was about to say a little more, he suddenly remembered his younger brother, Loki. He had actually tried to kill him. That was simply unforgivable. Thor planned to go back and teach his disobedient little brother a proper lesson.
And, yes, there was his unconscious father, too.
Thor's transformation had kicked up a huge cloud of dust. Once it settled, Yang Bo hurried over to the crater the Destroyer had made. Looking at it lying motionless inside, playing dead, he took the Pickaxe out of his inventory.
Ding...
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"..."
Just then, a calm voice sounded beside him:
"That won't work. You must first sever the armor's connection to the Divine Realm. Otherwise, with Odin's divine power sustaining it, you won't be able to gain control of the Destroyer Armor."
"He's only old, not dead!"
Hearing the voice, Yang Bo quickly turned toward the person