The mountain-like giant python disappeared in a puff of smoke, and fragments scattered in the sky like raindrops. Thor, the god of thunder, looked up at the python that turned into ashes, momentarily speechless.

Thinking about the fierce battle he had with the python for a day and night, thinking about his love-hate relationship with Jormungandr, thinking about the intense and arduous battle just now, he even thought that he would die here.

Then suddenly, a person in a red cloak came and knocked out the python with one punch. How should he put it?

There was a sense of disillusionment.