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If the Underworld had previously looked like a blot of ink in the clouds to the two of them, it had now spread considerably.

Hela, returned to her original form, truly smelled like a corpse. If she were not still breathing and thinking, she would have been no different from an ordinary zombie.

"You used yourself to fulfill Loki's goal. Have you thought about what comes next?"

Su Ming maintained his falling posture. Since change was already inevitable, what the Future became still depended on everyone's choices.

Hela had no strength left, but her mind was clear. She had come here intending to lose.

Now that she had lost as she wished, what came afterward? She truly had not thought about it.

"Don't ask me questions like that. I won't do anything you want me to do."

Her voice was faint, seemingly completely drowned out by the wind, but her tone was resolute.

"Don't be so absolute. Why not watch what comes next before deciding?" Su Ming patted the Cloak of Levitation with Strangle, then suddenly accelerated toward the ground, tossing Hela, who had been driven half-mad by the acceleration, onto the royal palace's throne.

This throne had been deliberately preserved, as it was the symbol of the Underworld.

After Hela lost her power, her army returned to slumber. Like shadows, or thick black mist, they slipped down through cracks in the ground.

Magik was also gathering her own forces, but for chaotic alien creatures, it was very difficult to make them truly understand orders.

The practical method was simply to open a large Teleportation Portal, drive them all inside, and throw them back into Limbo.

For a time, purple and black light flashed continuously throughout the ruins, until everything soon returned to peace.

The sun emerged once more. Pale