Hela watched Wang Yang approach, the incomparably sharp Vishanti Holy Sword in his hand radiating a powerful edge.
It could even slice through her armor, which spoke for itself.
If Wang Yang thrust it down again, she would not be able to withstand many more attacks.
She would probably die beneath this sword for good.
Bang!
Without a word, Wang Yang drove the sword in his hand straight down, but just as it was about to pierce Hela's body-
Dense black mist suddenly appeared around her.
It blocked the sword in Wang Yang's hand with a muffled thud.
Even Wang Yang's palm went slightly numb.
Hela then shifted sideways and stood up, looking somewhat disheveled. If not for her power of death, she probably would have died at Wang Yang's hands.
"I didn't expect you to retreat!"
Wang Yang was in no hurry when he saw this. After all, she was the goddess of death, beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Although he had seemed about to win just now, Hela clearly still had some tricks she had not used.
"So what? You, a mere mortal, think you can kill me? Dream on!"
Hela spoke in utter fury.
Countless dark auras then emerged from her body.
Her wounds also began rapidly healing.
The God of Death was powerful indeed, possessing such strength.
Hela could already resurrect the dead, so naturally, she also possessed terrifying powers of recovery.
As Hela felt her injuries begin to heal, the anger Wang Yang had provoked gradually subsided.
Hela sensed Asgard's power. She could feel it, and it was continuously increasing her strength.
"Mortal, you're nothing more than a mortal in the end!"
Hela looked at Wang Yang. Perhaps the mortal before her was powerful, but as her strength gradually increased, he would inevitably fall