The floor cracked and shattered, and a bluish-black light surged out of Hela's body.
Thor felt a huge recoil from the spear in his hand, and was forced back more than ten meters.
Hela floated upward and hovered in the air, her eyes burning with a greenish-black light. "B*stard, you dare ambush me? I'll kill you!"
She waved her hands in front of her, and dark green swords flew out to envelop Thor and Luke.
The dozens of swords that flew at Luke were especially huge. Clearly, Hela hated him more.
Thor wasn't afraid at all. The spear in his hand was extremely fierce as he swept away the flying swords that were aimed at him, and he charged at Hela.
Luke, who wasn't even in battle mode, was even more relaxed. He casually swung his palm to the side and 'vibrated' himself out of the way of the huge swords.
The divine power of Death on the swords was so formidable that he wasn't stupid enough to block it head-on.
