Lightning intensified, unleashing a powerful assault

The moment the Steel Bone fragments from Ye Mo's right leg flew through the air, he crashed into the center of the battlefield like a piece of scrap metal. He didn't think much; he just knew that if he didn't act now, he'd be cleaved in two the next second. But as he charged forward, he realized something was wrong. His right arm was charred black, his left arm was still bleeding, and the little momentum his right leg had was about to give way after three steps. He gritted his teeth and lunged forward, but after only two steps, his knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

Thor, who was staring at Malekith, his Mjolnir slamming into the ground, crackling with electricity, frowned upon seeing this. "You dare to charge in like that?"

"What else?" Ye Mo gasped for breath, a faint arc of electricity barely gathering in his left palm, the blue-white light flickering at his fingertips like a malfunctioning old light bulb. "Lie down and wait for him to chop off my head?"

Malekith stood against the wall, black mist swirling around his arms, layers of shields piling up, repairing him much faster than before. A smirk played on his lips, his voice low and hoarse. "You Earthlings always love to spout nonsense with your last breath."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and the black mist condensed into a short spear, which shot straight out.

Ye Mo had no time to dodge, but Thor reacted even faster, sweeping his hammer horizontally, causing lightning to explode and instantly vaporizing the black spear. However, this attack also broke the brief stalemate, and the air tightened again.

Ye Mo stumbled upon landing, nearly falling to the ground, only managing to steady himself by bracing himself with his left hand. He glanced down at the faint arc of electricity in his palm, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: I have the ability to Lightning Control, Thor also has lightning, could we... combine our powers?

The thought alone stunned him. The system never offered any suggestions or mentioned that this was possible. But he remembered trying resonance before, when he tried to match the energy wave of Tony's armor. Although it failed, there was indeed a feedback wave. Now, the frequency of the lightning energy emanating from Thor was ridiculously high. If he could connect...

He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and silently recited, "Retrieve the Lightning Control module and attempt to resonate with high-frequency lightning energy."

His mind was silent; the system didn't respond. But suddenly, the arc of electricity in his left hand trembled, its color slowly changing from blue-white to deep purple, as if being pulled by something, and began to beat steadily.

"Did it work?" Ye Mo opened his eyes, his heart warming. But before he could even feel happy, the Steel Bone in his right leg emitted a "beep beep" alarm, as if scolding him for being reckless.

Malekith had mostly recovered, his arms outstretched, black mist swirling above his head, forming a shadowy vortex. Cracks in the ground continued to spread, and the air felt oppressively heavy.

"If I don't act now, I'll miss my chance." Ye Mo gritted his teeth and dragged his crippled leg two steps toward Thor.

"What do you want?" Thor turned his head to look at him, his eyes filled with wariness.

"Trust me this once!" Ye Mo raised his left arm, lightning surging from his palm. "Draw lightning into me! Don't ask why, just do as I say!"

Thor squinted at him for two seconds, then suddenly grinned. "Every time you say 'trust me once,' it never turns out to be anything good."

"This time it's for real!" Ye Mo roared, his voice cracking. "Hurry up! Any later and we'll both be in the funeral home!"

Thor no longer hesitated, roared, and raised Mjolnir high to the sky. Dark clouds rolled, and a thick bolt of lightning struck down with a "boom," hitting the Hammerhead head squarely. Instead of attacking, he pressed the hammer down, and the lightning energy traveled along the metal, heading straight for Ye Mo's arm.

The instant the electric current struck him, Ye Mo felt his entire body tremble, as if he'd been whipped by a high-voltage wire. Fine electric crackles appeared on his skin, veins bulged, and blood trickled from his nose. He gritted his teeth and endured it, forcefully pushing his hands out—

"Boom--!!!"

Two bolts of lightning converged in the air, twisting and intertwining. The purple lightning coiled like a giant python, instantly stretching a hundred meters, transforming into a lightning dragon that spanned the entire workshop, carrying immense force as it hurtled straight towards Malekith!

The black mist barrier deployed instantly, layer upon layer, blocking the way. But the thunder dragon was too fierce; the moment it made contact, it exploded with blinding light, the shockwave blasting away scrap metal and debris, even tearing a hole in the ceiling.

Malekith's pupils contracted, and he crossed his arms to withstand the attack. The Thunder Dragon slammed into his shield, causing large sections of the black mist to shatter instantly. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and he was forced to kneel down under the pressure.

"Ha!" Ye Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, but then laughed out loud, "I hit him! I really hit him!"

Thor stood beside him, hammer grounded, powering the machine, sweat beading on his forehead. "That move of yours... is interesting."

"It's not just interesting, it's absolutely awesome!" Ye Mo's left hand was still numb, but the electric arcs were becoming more and more stable. "One more wave, and we'll send him straight back to his hometown!"

Malekith knelt on the ground, the black mist Regeneration wildly, constantly repairing the shield, but each reconstruction was crushed by the thunder dragon. He let out a low growl, like a trapped Beast, showing signs of struggle for the first time.

Ye Mo gritted his teeth and maintained his output, veins bulging on his forehead, his legs trembling, his right leg's Steel Bone completely failing, only his willpower keeping him from collapsing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Thor panting, knowing that this move was extremely exhausting, but he couldn't stop.

"Old Thor, how much longer can we hold on?" he asked in a low voice.

"Enough to kill you too." Thor grinned, but his eyes showed no sign of backing down. "The question is, can you even withstand that?"

"We have to catch it, even if we can't!" Ye Mo roared, pushing forward with both hands. The power of the thunder dragon increased again, and the purple light almost illuminated the entire underground space.

With continuous booming sounds, the thunder dragon continued its bombardment, and finally, a crack appeared in the black mist barrier. A bolt of lightning darted through the gap and struck Malekith directly on the shoulder. He groaned, his body swayed, and the shield began to flicker erratically.

"It's about to break!" Ye Mo's eyes lit up. "Give it another push!"

Thor roared, raising Mjolnir high and unleashing a second bolt of lightning that struck Ye Mo's arm. This time, Ye Mo felt as if millions of volts of electricity were surging through his body; his ears rang, and his vision blurred, but he held on, pushing his hands out again—

"Boom--!!!"

The second wave of lightning dragons took shape, thicker and more powerful than the first, crashing directly into the tail of the first lightning dragon and causing a chain reaction of explosions. The entire lightning storm instantly expanded, like a giant purple python opening its blood-red maw, completely engulfing Malekith!

The workshop shook violently, the ground collapsed, the walls cracked, and pipes in the distance burst one after another, spewing out steam. Malekith's figure was blurred in the lightning, and all that could be seen was his arms desperately supporting the shield, his body sinking continuously until his knees touched the ground.

"I can't take it anymore..." Ye Mo gasped for breath, blood dripping from his nose down his chin. "Just one more time... just one more time..."

Thor knelt on one knee, hammer driven into the concrete, his hands gripping the handle tightly, his face drenched in sweat. "I'm giving you the final blow... you decide!"

Ye Mo nodded, took a deep breath, and channeled all the remaining energy in his body into his left arm. The electric arc turned from purple to black, as if it had reached its peak. He slowly raised his hand, aimed it at the center of the storm, and whispered, "Brother, lend me your lightning."

Then, it was suddenly pushed out.

"Boom----------!!!"

The third bolt of lightning shot out, no longer in the shape of a dragon, but a pillar of lightning that pierced the heavens and the earth, thick enough to fit a truck inside, and slammed directly into the core of the storm. In an instant, the purple light exploded, and the entire space was dyed a ghastly white.

Malekith's shield shattered into countless black fragments with a "crack," scattering in all directions. He himself was hit head-on, black mist exploding from his chest, and he was sent flying backward, crashing through three walls before coming to a stop, where he remained motionless, embedded in the ruins.

Ye Mo's hands fell limply, the electric arc extinguished, and he swayed twice, almost collapsing. Thor pulled out his hammer, stood up panting, and glanced in the direction of the ruins. "Dead?"

"No." Ye Mo wiped the blood from his face. "This kind of character can't be killed in one move."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple appeared in the ruins, black mist slowly gathered, and Malekith's figure reappeared. Half of his body was charred black, the black mist was intermittent, and his movements were noticeably slow, but he was still moving.

"You... can't win..." His voice was hoarse, yet still tinged with a cold laugh, "This is just the beginning..."

Ye Mo was too lazy to listen to him finish, and turned to look at Thor: "Can we have another round?"

Thor weighed the hammer in his hand, arcs of electricity crackling within it. "Fine, but I suggest you change your stance. Don't stand in front of me and block my lightning."

"You think I wanted to block it?" Ye Mo rolled his eyes. "I was afraid you'd miss."

The two looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.

The lightning hadn't dissipated, and arcs of electricity still danced in the air. Ye Mo stood still, faint electric patterns remaining on his left hand, his right arm charred, his left arm bleeding, and his right leg's Steel Bone completely destroyed, yet he didn't move. Thor stood beside him, his armor tattered, his cloak reduced to mere wisps, but his hammer still held high.

Amidst the ruins, Malekith slowly straightened up, the black mist churning erratically, his pupils flickering with purple flames as he stared intently at them.

Three figures faced off amidst the lightning.