Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 427 Dormammu, Let's Join Forces (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

"You insignificant human being, who gave you the audacity to spout such nonsense in my world!"

The enormous face gradually rose, and Dormammu's full form was gradually revealed in the darkness.

It was a dark giant as large as a planet, shrouded in shadow and flames, exuding an incomparably terrifying and powerful aura!

buzzing-

The giant raised an arm and swung it down towards Wu Xian's location with lightning speed.

Extreme speed brings extreme power, and combined with the mass of the arm itself, the power it can unleash is probably a thousand times more terrifying than the largest nuclear explosion on Earth!
boom------------!!!!!!!!

Amidst a deafening roar that shook the void, a terrifying energy shockwave swept across thousands of kilometers. Sensing the dire situation, Strange had already taken cover behind a planetary wreckage, while simultaneously bracing himself with a magical shield to desperately protect himself from the aftershocks of destruction.

Although it doesn't matter whether he's protected or not, under the cycle of the Time Stone, he's practically immortal.

But for some reason, Strange really wanted to see what would happen after that attack.

Soon, the aftershocks subsided, and the future Supreme Sorcerer peered out, only to witness a scene that utterly shocked him—

In the darkness, Wu Xian, who was only the size of a normal person, raised one hand above his head with his five fingers spread, blocking Dormammu's fist. His body flew in mid-air, letting Dormammu's arm burn with flames, but he remained as solid as a rock in a tsunami, without showing any signs of sinking or moving!

"So this is the power of the Lord of the Dark Dimension? How... disappointing!"

Wu Xian's voice came from below.

He looked coldly ahead at Dormammu, whose face showed shock, and said sarcastically.

After taking that attack, he suddenly realized that although the energy properties and output power of the Dormammu in front of him were far beyond his normal level, that is, beyond the level of the fourth rank.

However, his skill in controlling power is extremely poor.

Let alone the top four high schools, even the slightly better ones are not up to par. In Wu Xian's opinion, it's like a child swinging a planet as a meteor hammer, wasting nine out of ten parts of his strength in vain!
Of course, even if only 10% remain, it would still be a fatal blow to most people with high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar.

Unfortunately, the person he met was Wu Xian.

As for Wu Xian, not to mention activating his inner light, even under normal circumstances, with the help of his fourth-order high-level microscopic ability, he could completely dissipate the power contained in the opponent's attack and return it to the space itself!
Snap—Splash!
Clenching his fist into a claw, a tremendous force gathered between his fingers and pierced Dormammu's fist through his sharp fingertips. Then, like countless dense blades, it instantly spread across Dormammu's entire arm, dismembering him at the microscopic level with a force that penetrated to the atomic level.

boom!
With a deafening crash, the enormous arm, as large as a mountain range, shattered completely, transforming into countless dark energies and purplish-black magical flames.

"Roar----!!!"

Dormammu roared, his enormous, star-like body staggering backward, crushing planetary debris amidst thunderous explosions.

He suddenly looked down at Wu Xian, his purple eyes, filled with dark energy, now blazing with fury.

It's not that losing an arm caused Dormammu any harm. After abandoning his former physical body and merging with the Dark Dimension, he could theoretically recover immediately from any injury, and this time was no exception!
However, as a dimensional demon god, he was injured by a mortal carbon-based life form in a direct battle, which made him feel extremely ashamed and angry.

Even the Ancient One never hit me like that, so what gives you the right?!
"I, Dormammu, am the master of the Dark Dimension! No one can defeat me here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dormammu seemed to have completely forgotten Strange's existence and began to use the authority of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, with vast and endless energy surging from every corner of the Dark Dimension.

In just a moment, Dormammu's arm was restored to its original state, and his aura increased several times over.

At the same time, he fully utilized his advantages as a dimensional lord, manipulating all matter and energy in the entire dimension to launch a continuous ranged attack on Wu Xian.

Various kinds of magic, pure energy shocks composed of dark energy and magical flames, direct bombardment of planetary debris, dimensional slashes that distort space, and spatial disorder storms...

Unlike Strange, who used a time loop to withstand the attacks, Wu Xian easily blocked and neutralized them all. His eyes flashed with red and blue light, and every punch he threw seemed to have the power to obliterate all phenomena, ignoring any extraordinary attributes.

Energy, laws, and even concepts all become fragile objects before these two ordinary fists, crumbling at the slightest touch and utterly ineffective in causing any damage.

Fortunately, this is ultimately a dark dimension, where Dormammu can continuously extract energy. Under this supersaturated attack frequency, even Wu Xian was temporarily suppressed and could only passively defend, unable to launch attacks at will.

At least that's what Dormammu thinks.

"How boring, is this all your attacks can do?"

Suddenly, Wu Xian stopped throwing a punch, and then, to the astonishment of Dormammu and Strange, made a familiar gesture.

The next second, a golden magic circle appeared around Wu Xian, swallowing up all the attacking dark energy like a black hole.

This is a secret technique from Kamar-Taj, which allows one to borrow the power of dimensional demons and use it to enhance the power of magic.

The former Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, further improved upon this by turning "borrowing" into "stealing," especially when it came to Dark Dimension energy, which could essentially be described as robbery. This is one of the reasons why Dormammu hated Kamar-Taj so much and plotted to kill the Ancient One.

How could that be! Could he also be a sorcerer from Kamar-Taj?!

The thought flashed through the minds of both Dormammu and Strange, especially the former, who seemed to recall some unpleasant past events, and his anger intensified.

"How dare a mere human steal my power? They're courting death!!"

With a roar, an even more surging and powerful force of darkness poured down.

However, at that moment, Wu Xian's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving the dark tide empty-handed.

In the next instant, he appeared out of thin air in front of Dormammu, and the dark energy that had been absorbed was instantly condensed into his right fist, which he then swung forward fiercely.

A jet-black, wave-shaped shockwave flashed by, piercing Dormammu's chest like a meteor.

“Ahhhhhh————!!!”

Dormammu, struck by the dark energy, let out a scream, like a wild beast caught in a trap, his voice filled with pain.

As the master of the Dark Dimension, he was not supposed to be harmed by dark energy. However, Wu Xian's punch was delivered through the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, aiming at Dormammu's fatal point and striking directly at his origin.

Rather than saying that the punch hit Dormammu, it would be more accurate to say that it hit the Dark Dimension itself, causing Dormammu, who was a dimensional daemon, to suffer irreparable damage as well.

Sure enough, just a moment later, Dormammu's enormous body collapsed with a roar, turning into a torrent of energy that spread in all directions, and his shrill cries of pain could still be faintly heard.

However, before Wu Xian could even smile, the light and shadow in front of him began to distort.

The torrent of energy vanished, Dormammu's face returned to its original size, and Strange, wearing a red cloak, slowly descended from the nearby rift, instinctively saying:
"Dormammu, I've come to..."

boom--! !

Wu Xian kicked Strange's head, shattering it. Once time looped again, he looked at Dormammu expressionlessly and said calmly:

"Dormammu, let's team up and take care of this shoehorn-faced guy first, shall we?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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