The ground in Siberia was hard, especially while the weather was still a little cold.
But Thor, the thickheaded daredevil, jumped straight out of the Quinjet without any protection. His legs sank a meter into the hard ground. Luckily, he had long legs, or he would have learned what a real pain in the balls felt like.
Yang Bo couldn't help snarking, "Kaecilius, can you believe this? The God of Thunder can't even fly without his hammer."
"Hmm... could it be that the hammer is actually the God of Thunder, and Thor is just an accessory?"
After spending so much time with Yang Bo, even Kaecilius had learned to snark. Yang Bo couldn't help giving him a few extra looks.
"You've made a point nobody can argue with!"
Bang...
Thor had just been about to charge at Yang Bo when a blue skull struck him. A violent explosion sent him flying.
The Wither Boss didn't deal much damage. To Thor, twelve points of damage amounted to little more than a slap. He steadied himself and charged furiously at the Wither, but the Wither was fast too. It stayed in the air and refused to come down.
In its first phase, the Wither Boss hovered in the air, attacking every living creature and automatically evading enemies.
With no ranged attacks, Thor could only stand on the ground and rage helplessly. At that moment, he discovered another problem, though he could hardly believe it. He checked his body's condition while dodging the Wither's attacks.
Have I been poisoned?
The discovery shocked him. Aside from the time Loki had poisoned him as a child and left him stuck on the toilet for three days, he had never been poisoned. His powerful physique, bolstered by his divine power, rendered ordinary deadly poisons ineffective against