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Half a day later, Thor, carrying the unconscious Jane, arrived in this desolate, dark world, guided by Loki.
The sky was a somber, dark green, and the shattered moon resembled the eyes of death. The wind blew, swirling up black sand and whistling through the air.
Jane was laid flat on a huge black rock. The ether within her sensed its master's call and became unusually active, dark red energy surging wildly beneath her skin.
Thor stood beside her, his hand gripping the hammer tightly, cautiously scanning their surroundings. Every second was agonizing.
Chu Hang stood on a hill a hundred meters away, arms crossed, eyes closed, like an outsider. But his powerful mental energy was like an invisible net, covering every inch of space within a ten-kilometer radius.
"Are you sure he'll come?" Thor, growing impatient, couldn't help but turn around and call out.
"He will," Chu Hang said calmly, without even opening his eyes. "Like a shark smelling blood. Be patient, Your Highness."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly darkened.
A colossal, black pyramid-like spaceship silently tore through the clouds, hovering above them like a mountain. Its immense shadow cast down, plunging the entire world into darkness.
The bottom of the spaceship opened, and a figure fell from the sky like a black meteorite, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
As the dust settled, Malekith stood there. He had long, snow-white hair, and half of his face was scarred by ancient flames. He wore ancient armor that had withstood a thousand years of war, and his heterochromatic eyes burned with a hatred that had spanned five thousand years.
“Prince of Asgard,” Malekith’s voice was hoarse, like two rusty irons rubbing together, “we meet again. Very well, this time you bring me my things.”
His gaze passed over Thor and landed greedily on Jane.
"You won't get away with it!" Thor roared, pouring all his rage into Mjolnir. He swung the hammer, stirring up the thunderclouds in the sky, and a thick bolt of lightning, carrying destructive force, struck Malekith.
However, Malekith simply raised his hand dismissively.
A dark red energy surged from his palm, forming a vortex. The violent lightning bolt struck into the vortex, but was easily swallowed up, like a clay ox entering the sea.
"Your power is like a toy to me," Malekith sneered.
He stepped forward, ignoring Thor, and reached out towards Jane, making a feinting grab.
Jane, lying on the rock, suddenly arched her body, letting out a heart-wrenching groan. A thick, dark red liquid energy was forcibly extracted from her seven orifices, twisting and converging in the air like tentacles, slowly drifting towards Malekith.
Thor's eyes turned bloodshot as he hurled Mjolnir. The hammer, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, tore through the air and smashed towards Malekith's face.
Malekith didn't even turn his head. A stream of etheric energy automatically separated from the one around him, forming a dark red energy shield behind him.
With a deafening roar, Thor's hammer, this divine artifact forged from the core of a dying star, was deflected so easily for the first time, tumbling and flying back.
Thor caught the hammer, his hand split open from the impact, golden blood flowing down the handle. Ignoring the pain, he roared and charged again, swinging the hammer and engaging Malekith in a fierce battle.
On the hill, Chu Hang finally opened his eyes.
Malekith neutralized every one of Thor's attacks in the simplest way.
Malekith's power is increasing exponentially with the gathering of ether. The energy readings within him are already faintly surpassing those of the elderly Odin.
Thor was quickly put on the defensive. His attacks couldn't penetrate the aether shield at all, and Malekith's casual strikes were enough to make his blood surge.
Malekith punched Thor in the chest, shattering the Protoss's armor.
Thor spat out a mouthful of golden blood like a tattered sack, flew backward, and crashed heavily into a black rock, instantly covering the rock with cracks.
"Chu Hang!" Thor struggled to get up, but another mouthful of blood welled up in his throat. He raised his head and roared with all his might towards the hill, "What are you waiting for! Jane is dying!"
"I'm waiting for you to grow, Your Highness," Chu Hang's voice drifted over. "Being beaten is an essential part of becoming stronger. Look, aren't you much more resilient now than before? Didn't your father teach you that a true warrior must learn to enjoy the process?"
Thor was so angry he almost coughed up blood again. He had never seen such a shameless person in his life.
Malekith didn't give Thor a chance to continue shouting. He took a step forward, his figure blurred, and the next second he was in front of Thor, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him off the ground.
"Your era is over." Malekith's voice was filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
With his other hand, he conjured a black blade made of ethereal energy and aimed it at Thor's heart.
Thor's feet left the ground as he struggled desperately, and Mjolnir fell to the ground with a dull thud. The feeling of suffocation and helplessness made him experience the chilling reality of death for the first time.
On the hill, Chu Hang's lips curled into a slight smile.
Chu Hang's figure disappeared on the hill.
The next second, he appeared behind Malekith, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, as if old friends were reunited.
"Have you had enough fun?"
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Malekith felt the hand on his shoulder.
It was very light, with little force, yet it chilled him to the bone. A chill from the deepest part of his being crept up his spine to the back of his head.
He turned around abruptly, and a calm face was right in front of him.
He only managed to squeeze out one word.
Chu Hang had no interest in listening to his nonsense. His gaze swept past Malekith, like two scalpels, locking onto the dark red energy stream connecting Jane and Malekith in mid-air.
The laws of reality are being brutally shifted.
"Too slow," Chu Hang said softly.
Then he snapped his fingers.
The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.
The wind stopped, and the swirling black sand froze in the air. On the distant hill, Loki's expression of surprise and disbelief remained frozen, like a wax figure.
Thor, suspended in mid-air by Malekith, froze in pain and rage, even the lightning in his eyes stopped flashing.
The flames of revenge that had burned in Malekith's eyes for five thousand years turned into two still flames.
The only one still moving is Chu Hang.
He felt as if he had stepped into a three-dimensional oil painting, bypassing the frozen Malekith and walking to the dark red energy stream.
The Reality Gem, the Aether.
It is neither energy nor matter; it is a concept.
It is the rule itself.
Trying to take it by force is like reaching out to grab river water; it will only slip through your fingers and you might even suffer the consequences.
But Chu Hang is different.
He extended his index finger, its tip shrouded in a barely perceptible, distorted halo. That was the sharp edge of the laws of space.
He made a light stroke towards the dark red energy stream.
No sound, no light effects.
But that energy stream trembled violently. In that instant, the two connections between it and Jane Foster's life essence, and between Malekith's dark energy, were cleanly and decisively severed.
The ether particles, frozen in mid-air, had lost their home and floated aimlessly.
Chu Hang opened his hand, and a constantly rotating black vortex appeared in his palm, its depths unfathomable.
That was the entrance to his pocket dimension.
A suction force came. The dark red energy, along with the frozen time and distorted space around it, was sucked into the vortex.
After doing all this, Chu Hang looked at his hands with satisfaction. Good, no limbs missing.
He snapped his fingers again.
Time resumes its flow.
Malekith felt his hand go empty, and Thor, whom he had been choking, fell to the ground like a tattered sack, kneeling and panting heavily.
But this is not the point.
The key point is that his connection with the ether was severed.
The power that kept flowing into his body, which made him feel like he was invincible, disappeared.
He turned around abruptly and saw Chu Hang clapping his hands as if dusting himself off.
"What did you do?" Malekith's voice was filled with terror and rage.
"He just took what didn't belong to you." Chu Hang's tone was very calm.
He didn't even glance at Malekith; his gaze was fixed on the black rock in the distance.
Having lost her ether, Jane Foster's body slumped to the ground.
The flame of life within her was, like a flickering candle in the wind, rapidly dying out.
Chu Hang flicked his finger in her direction.
A small, soft green light, regardless of distance, instantly disappeared into Jane's chest.
This was a self-healing factor copied from Logan, transformed into pure life energy. Although it was only a trace, it was enough to keep her alive.
Thor noticed Jane's condition and struggled to crawl over, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"Now, it's your turn." Chu Hang finally turned his gaze back to Malekith.
"How dare you... How dare you take my things!"
Malekith went completely mad. Five thousand years of waiting had been snatched away at the last step.
This humiliation and anger caused him to lose all reason.
"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"
He roared, unleashing all the remaining dark energy within his body.
The reality around him began to distort; the black sand turned into a churning mud pit, and countless dark spikes condensed in the sky, shooting towards Chu Hang like a torrential rain.
"It's noisy."
Chu Hang frowned. He didn't even move.
The dark spikes that could pierce Asgardian warships automatically deflected and twisted when they got within a meter of his body, shooting towards an empty place.
Spatial curvature barrier, a passive skill.
"You think you're the only one who knows how to manipulate energy?"
Chu Hang raised his hand and gently squeezed the muddy puddle at his feet.
"Space Confinement".