Chapter 130 Colorful stream of light, unparalleled in the world! Everyone was dumbfounded watching this scene. Yang Jian could cause such a powerful attack just by moving his fist slightly! "Oh my god, this is..." "Lord Yang Jian is too powerful!" "As expected of you, the Ancient God!" People exclaimed in amazement one after another, and their eyes could not be taken away from the sky. They saw that Yang Jian's punch actually left a deep mark in the sky, like a track, demonstrating the infinite power he had just exerted. The crowd cheered again and someone shouted. "Look! That alien—" Everyone looked at Malekith. They couldn't believe that Malekith, who was standing in the sky, had lost half of his body out of thin air. The other half of the body was actually broken into pieces by Yang Jian! Malekith was like an abandoned puppet at this moment, his head precariously connected to his body, but his neck was like a string, as if it would not be able to support the weight of his head in the next second. Half of his chest was completely shattered, and one of his arms was completely broken into pieces.
At this time, the pain in Malekith's body had made him somewhat numb, and his heart was filled with deep despair. The punch that Yang Jian had just thrown at him already foreshadowed his end. "How can he be so strong!?" Just one punch, but its power is enough to shake the world! If Malekith didn't have the help of the Reality Stone, he would have been torn to pieces long ago, and even his soul would not have been found. However, even if he was still alive and breathing, he no longer knew how he could compete with Yang Jian. The more he thought about it, the more fear Malekith felt. Yang Jian’s strength is truly an unsolvable problem. Malekith was forced into a desperate situation by Yang Jian's powerful strength. Even though he had long since ceased to fear life and death, Yang Jian's strength really made him tremble in his heart. "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do!" Malekith once again used the power of the gemstone. Although he was at a loss at the moment, at least the only thing he could do now was to restore his body to its original state. The red light emerged from Malekith again, but this time it was not so easy. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. His mental strength was damaged so badly that even if he wanted to push the reality gem to repair his body, it would only cause irreversible damage to him again. Just when Malekith was at a loss, he saw Yang Jian looking at him coldly and walking towards him step by step. The golden light shone in Yang Jian's eyes like a sharp sword. "Your abilities are interesting, but being able to repair yourself means you will just have to endure the pain of being hit by my fists repeatedly." As Yang Jian was speaking, the silver armor around him slowly turned golden as the golden light flowed. The golden armor reflected the sky, and the dazzling light gave Yang Jian an inviolable majesty. At this moment, Yang Jian swung his punch again.
This punch was far more powerful than the previous one. Just the previous one had broken half of Malekith's body, and he still couldn't recover. If he was hit by this punch again... Malekith's heart was broken. He struggled to dodge, but found that Yang Jian's punch seemed to have locked his body and he could not move at all. "Do not--" Malekith screamed in fear. Was he going to die here? However, that fierce punch turned into wisps of light, and the colorful light turned into divine patterns in the air, spreading to the entire sky! Malekith was so shocked that he had no time to dodge and could only endure it. boom! Malekith's eyes were filled with dazzling colorful lights. He had given up struggling, and at this moment he was unable to struggle. He could only stare blankly at the lights approaching. At this moment, Malekith's whole body and mind seemed to have been liberated, blank and spotless. Even his long-standing desire for revenge seemed to be forgotten. However, the power brought by these seemingly beautiful streams of light is not weak at all. Yang Jian's fist seemed to split into countless phantoms, each of which was a sharp attack. Cracks appeared in the sky under such a powerful attack. The space around Malekith was distorted, and all the fierce attacks were concentrated and attacked Malekith. Loki, who was standing by, watched this scene with horror and closed his eyes in despair. Then a huge roar was heard again. This powerful punch completely deprived Malekith of his ability to resist. The people who had been waiting for the result looked up at the sky expectantly. Dazzling light filled the entire sky. If people had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that this was the light caused by Yang Jian's punch. People knew clearly that under Yang Jian's attack, Malekith had no chance of standing up again. This is the invincibility of the ancient gods. Can shatter the sky and break through the clouds with one foot. At this moment, Malekith seemed to be covered by eternal ice, and the extreme coldness filled his body. He wanted to move, but he couldn't even lift his little finger. He felt that his nasal cavity was extremely narrow, and every breath of air was very important to him. At this moment, Malekith seemed to be trapped in a fruit shell, unable to move, having difficulty breathing, and all he could see was Yang Jian's dazzling fist. In an instant, all of Malekith's spirit was shattered by Yang Jian, and all that was left in his heart was deep fear and admiration for Yang Jian. No, no! At this moment, Malekith seemed to suddenly remember something. His eyes flashed and his look became firm again. A desperate roar came from Malekith's throat. "Yang Jian, what's the use of you being so powerful? No one can stop the invasion of the dark dimension! While you were bullying me with your ridiculous fists, the invasion of the dark dimension never stopped! No matter how powerful you are, you can't stand up to the whole world!" Malekith felt that he had reached a desperate situation. He only wanted to die, but as long as he could complete the mission of the dark elves before that, his life would not be in vain. At this moment, Malekith, who was filled with mission, had a solemn and stern expression on his face. After enduring endless darkness for a long time, what he was thinking about was nothing more than the reunion of the nine kingdoms this time. It has been his lifelong wish to seize this opportunity and drag the nine kingdoms into the dark dimension. However, even though Malekith's desire was so strong, Yang Jian's fist did not hesitate at all.
His fist shattered layers of space and finally arrived in front of Malekith. It was impossible to retract it, Yang Jian's fist was unstoppable, huge light shone on Malekith's face, and his vision was clear. In an instant, Malekith forgot all words, and the only thing in his mind was the boundless feeling of oppression brought to him by Yang Jian's fist. Malekith's body was shaking uncontrollably. Even though he claimed to be a person of advanced civilization, would he tremble with fear like an ordinary person when he was on the verge of death? And his expression remained at this moment. (End of this chapter)