Hela's Weakness

Hela was worthy of being Hela. Even among Hell Lords, her strength ranked high, and with the added benefit of immortality, she still had ways to struggle even though she was completely outmatched by the symbiote in raw power.

Hamill had sealed away most of her Dark Magic, but some unique magic granted to her by the Underworld could not be stopped or guarded against while they were within this Hell.

That was why Su Ming had chosen to go himself. Of everyone present, only his Healing Factor was best suited to serve as a shield. Though it was not as absurd as Little Cousin's healing, capable of growing a head back from a single drop of blood—

Su Ming's defenses were stronger, and with the symbiote's help, his regeneration speed was the fastest.

Just as Su Ming and Hela became locked together like conjoined twins, the ground beneath them suddenly surged upward. A massive solitary peak of black stone directly launched them into the sky.

Howling winds swept past their ears, layer after layer of clouds pierced through, yet Hela's gaze strangely returned to calm.

She was pressed face-to-face against Su Ming, and the peculiar scent from her body drifted toward him, faint yet unmistakable.

It was the scent of Death Spore Flowers, sweet poison.

The ground grew smaller and smaller in their eyes, while above them seemed to be nothing but endless void. The pillar-like mountain seemed as though it would never stop growing, ready to send them straight into the boundless dark sky.

"Is there any point?" Su Ming asked flatly, even as the black spikes in Hela's hand constantly changed shape, endlessly destroying his internal organs.

Yet they would be damaged one second, and Strangle would repair them the next.

Other than causing intense pain, this