The people in prison were a group of desperadoes who had lost their freedom. Now that they had such a rare opportunity, they would never obediently return to their cells just because of a few words from Midsummer Night.
Summer Night was well aware of this as well. Hence, even though he was talking, his actions were ruthless and merciless, without the slightest hint of mercy.
The left palm of Space turned over, and in an instant, a white flame formed a fire snake and wriggled forward. The temperature of the flame was extremely high. The slightest touch could immediately burn off a layer of skin and flesh where it was attached. It was extremely terrifying.
Fortunately, Midsummer Night's control of the use of energy for such a long time had reached an almost subtle level. Even if he performed such a large-scale attack, it did not hurt any of his allies. Instead, it made them cheer loudly, more courageous, and more unscrupulous.
Then Midsummer Night wanted to curse.
They were unscrupulous and even more unruly. The scene was even more chaotic, which made such a flame attack even more difficult to launch.
Of the four methods of attack that were decomposed from Lord Man's ring, the light of the flame was restricted by his own people.
If the light of darkness came out at this moment, it was estimated that it would add three points of chaos to the already chaotic scene. It couldn't be used!
The light of ice and the light of gravity were similar to the previous ones. They were not suitable for use in a many-to-many battle. They were more suitable for use in a one-to-many battle.
The supply of pure energy was restricted, so Midsummer Night simply changed his method.
The light of ice was attached to the long sword in his hand. The sword was immediately attached to a layer of cold air. After cutting the enemy, the person was immediately frozen and unable to move.
Even if it couldn't completely freeze the person, it could greatly slow down the person's mobility. Then the Einherjar of Asgard would rush up and either subdue or cut them into pieces!
To be honest, this was a completely different experience for Midsummer Night.
Even when he was active on the battlefield in the past, he mostly defeated the enemy with fewer troops. He often relied on his own heroism, going deep into the enemy's rear alone and taking the head of the enemy's leader in the midst of danger.
He rarely had a group of brothers around him and took the lead to charge.
Now that he had experienced it, he felt extremely good!
He often didn't need to put people to death. He only needed to restrict the other party's movements, and other people would take care of the rest for him.
In the beginning, he wasn't used to it. He felt that the existence of these underlings was very inconvenient for him.
But now that he had slowly adapted to this rhythm, he felt that his efficiency had increased exponentially.
The prisoner on the other side was completely suppressed to the point where he couldn't even lift his head and was forced to retreat step by step.
As the two sides fought, one side's aura was soaring, while the other side's aura was declining. There were two outcomes to victory and defeat.
Midsummer Night rarely experienced this, but this time, he deeply felt it. Not only did he feel the difference in the momentum of both sides during a battle, but he also felt the thrill of a group fight!
Just as he was enjoying himself, he suddenly heard an angry roar.
From the rear of the prison, he saw a person rushing over. He threw a group of prisoners with each hand, causing them to sway left and right. He opened up a path and directly rushed towards Midsummer Night.
If it wasn't for the murderous look that the other party was giving Midsummer Night, he would have suspected that this guy was an ally.
However, before Midsummer Night could engage in hand-to-hand combat, a big gray man directly appeared in front of Midsummer Night.
That person had a hideous face and was incomparably majestic. However, he was still a lot shorter than Dumbo. He stared at Dumbo blankly and swung both of his hands at Dumbo.
Dumbo roared and met the attack with both of his fists. With a loud bang and a strong gust of wind, the two huge forces collided, causing a circle of space to open up.
With such a level of impact, they didn't dare to enter the battlefield at all.
At that moment, a figure flashed and Midsummer Night appeared in the void in front of Dumbo. He pressed one of his hands on the ground, and a huge gravitational force instantly acted on the surrounding area. Many people directly knelt down, and the weaker ones even vomited blood on the spot.
However, this hideous fellow in front of him merely lowered his head.
But that was all Midsummer Night wanted. He suddenly turned the long sword in his hand and pointed it downwards.
At that moment, Dumbo also suddenly made a move, grabbing the two horns on the big black man's head and pulling him forward so that the back of his neck was completely exposed to the blade.
The light of the sword fell!
Blood splattered everywhere. The long sword in Midsummer Night's hand had completely pierced through the big black man's throat. As blood flowed, Midsummer Night stepped on his head and his whole body on the ground. Only then did he pull out his long sword. "Suppress!!!"
Roars and cheers rang out almost at the same time.
At that moment, all the Asgard warriors were boiling with excitement!
When the dark-skinned man appeared, his terrifying strength almost made everyone boil. There were so many prisoners, but not a single one of them could stop him. Combined with Dumbo's sudden attack, it could be said that apart from Summer Night, anyone else who was in the battle circle might not be able to survive the tremors.
And such a powerful opponent was only active for less than three seconds before he died under Midsummer Night's blade.
What kind of bravery was this?
At that moment, the Asgard warriors were full of vigor, and the prisoners were completely scared out of their wits.
But Midsummer Night's eyes were cold, and he turned the long sword in his hand and shouted softly, "Earthquake Sword!!!"
The light of the sword flowed, and the cold air whistled, leaving an icy blue mark on the ground. Anyone who came into contact with it was instantly enveloped in ice, unable to move.
"Go!"
Midsummer Night waved his hand, and the Asgard warriors behind him rushed out, howling as they suppressed the prisoners who were sealed in ice.
"It's a pity … the Earthquake Sword is a fake."
Midsummer Night looked at the sword in his hand, and then at the body of the big black man on the ground. He frowned slightly. "The cursed elf died so easily?
But that's good. In this way, there shouldn't be too much of a problem on Frigg's side.
Without this guy, even the leader of the Dark Elves is no match for Frigg. "
With this in mind, he took another look at the situation in the prison.
The prisoners were scared out of their wits, and there was basically no way for them to organize an effective resistance.
At this time, the Asgard warriors mainly suppressed and arrested the prisoners, and did not kill them.
As Midsummer Night walked forward, he casually killed a few fish that slipped through the net. As he walked, he saw Loki leaning against the wall reading a book.