Owen's icy voice echoed across the void, the temperature in the air plummeting to freezing point. Snowflakes filled the sky, as sharp as blades, locking onto Loki from afar!
As the bone-chilling cold swept over, Loki's face instantly turned pale.
Owen's presence and demeanor made him truly feel the threat of death!
The Owen standing before him now exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure!
However, at this point, retreat was no longer an option!
"Hah, I did attack your daughter!"
"And not just your daughter—you, and everyone in the Azure Kingdom, will soon become nothing more than history!"
Loki's numerous multicolored eyes blinked lightly, his cold killing intent freezing the very air.
Then, his eight elongated spider legs shifted, releasing thick, white strands of webbing into the void, weaving a massive white net around Owen.