On the battlefield, six Terminators were still righteously ganging up on Loki.
The six T-1000s moved in sync, their mechanical processing power locking onto their target in an instant. They launched a coordinated assault with no delay, moving so fast they left a swath of silver afterimages, far surpassing the speed of ordinary Asgardian warriors.
Loki's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a trace of surprise rose in his heart.
Before he could summon his divine power and assume a defensive stance, a liquid-metal fist weighing several tons slammed into his right shoulder!
Boom!!
A muffled boom erupted across the battlefield!
His indestructible Frost Giant divine body, which feared no mortal attack, felt searing pain for the first time!
The punch knocked Loki off balance. He staggered violently, stumbling back four or five steps as he stomped four overlapping cracks of varying depths into the alloy floor.
His luxurious Asgardian cloak slipped sharply out of place, and his once-immaculate silver hair flew into disarray. Most of the serene, aloof composure on his godly face was smashed away.
Before he could steady himself and erupt in anger, the other five Terminators closed in around him. They worked together perfectly, their attacks flowing seamlessly, giving him no chance to gather strength and counterattack.
The T-1000 on his left drove an elbow precisely into a vulnerable spot at his waist. The violent impact sent his chest roiling, nearly forcing a rush of foul air from his lungs.
The Terminator on his right raised its hand, hardened it into a blade, and chopped down on his arm joint, numbing his wrist and breaking his strength.
The two machines behind him held their positions, sealing off every path of retreat. The two in front pressed forward step by step, their fists raining down