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Dormammu eagerly awaited the scene, hoping to see Peter lying on the ground with a look of pain and terror on his face.

But he was ultimately disappointed.

The moment the magical cannon, burning with Falcon flames, struck Peter, who neither dodged nor evaded,

An unbelievable scene has unfolded!

Those energies and magic vanished silently, just like water flowing into the ocean!

His magic cannon shot at Peter not only failed to cause Peter any real harm,

It even made the golden flames burning around Peter even more dazzling.

"What? That's impossible!"

Dormammu's voice trembled with surprise, and his face, which was always a bloody mess due to the lack of repair from dark energy, took on an oddly comical appearance due to excessive shock.

What truly shocked him was not that Peter had caught his attack, but that Farting's flames had no effect on Peter's condition whatsoever.

In Dormammu's understanding, there was only one explanation for this, and that was...

"How could you possibly... be Farting too?!"

Only Fartings are immune to Farting magic, which means that Fartings cannot kill each other!

This is why Dormammu and his sister Uma were banished to the Dark Dimension.

They were targeted by the entire Farting community for attempting to kill their own kind, and were ultimately banished to the Dark Dimension.

After a brief moment of shock, Dormammu suddenly laughed:

"Very well! I never expected you to be Falting too. In that case, I might be in for a good meal!"

Dormammu believed that the Faltines could not devour each other, which meant he was destined not to be completely killed by Peter.

At the same time, I am older than Peter and have been exposed to more energy systems.

His control over magic is certainly far superior to Peter's.

Therefore, as time goes by, I will definitely become more and more accustomed to the energy that Peter possesses!

At that time, it will be as if I can merge with dark energy.

Since I am immortal, after experiencing pain time and time again, I will surely be able to merge with the energy that Peter possesses!

All it takes is to take that energy from Peter, and he will become the strongest Farting in the world.

At that time, not only Earth, but he could even launch a counterattack against the entire universe, return to his homeland, devour the other Fartings, and become the strongest Farting King!

With this thought in mind, Dormammu charged at Peter as if possessed, without regard for anything else. In the process, he did not choose to swing his fists or feet, nor did he gather any more magic.

Instead, it opened its mouth wide and lunged at Peter.

That appearance inexplicably reminded Peter of the giant dog that was very popular before he transmigrated...

"A hearty meal? Your ignorance is truly laughable to an outrageous degree."

As he spoke, Peter met Dormammu's charge with a powerful kick.

Just like kicking a ball, with his kick, Dormammu was sent flying by Peter.

The terrifying force acted on Dormammu's body... well, to be precise, his huge head, causing Dormammu's already riddled body to fall even more to pieces.

But Dormammu ignored the pain; he simply struggled and tried desperately to bite Peter.

In his mind, it would be enough to bite Peter, even if it was just one bite!

As long as he can bite Peter, he can try to devour him. Even if he can't directly integrate Peter into his own body, he can at least plunder some of his energy system.

With the balance of power shifting, Peter is destined to lose!

Holding onto this belief, he relentlessly bit Peter time and time again, until…

After taking countless punches from Peter, the flames of dominance burning within him suddenly throbbed violently.

This caused even the nearly insane Dormammu to let out a scream.

With that shout, his body immediately shattered!

A large fragment, about one-eighth the size of his body, was detached from his body!

For Falting, a pure energy being, this kind of thing is actually quite common.

After all, even if the body is shattered, the energy itself is still energy, and it will be safe once it is reintegrated into the body.

But to his utter surprise, the moment the fragment detached from his body, before Dormammu could even react and retrieve the shattered pieces of his body, the fragment was already gone.

Peter opened his mouth first and swallowed the part that had separated from his body directly into his stomach.

That's right, it was swallowed directly into the stomach.

He could clearly feel that a part of his consciousness had directly entered Peter's consciousness.

In Peter's consciousness, Dormammu clearly saw four animals.

It was a horse, a tiger, a dog, and... a phoenix.

The moment his consciousness entered, the three animals exchanged a glance.

The phoenix was the first to pounce, transforming into blazing flames that purified his consciousness.

The horse followed closely behind, and as it drew nearer, its attempt to invade Peter's consciousness became a complete joke.

The mental attack that I attempted to launch was easily neutralized by the horse.

Then came the tiger.

The tiger pounced and pinned him to the ground, the balance of power suppressing his thoughts and preventing him from influencing Peter's judgment.

The last thing to act wasn't the dog, but... a pool of black slime.

It's a symbiotic model!

This was also Peter's ultimate move, prepared long ago, to deal with Dormammu.

Farting certainly cannot devour its own kind.

But the symbiote doesn't care about this or that!

Just go, big dog, big dog... chew it up!!!

The devouring mechanism can directly decompose any form of body, including energy itself!

The slime appeared in his consciousness space at some unknown time, and suddenly pounced on him, opening its bloody maw.

And then... no more.

Dormammu's consciousness was completely severed, and terrifying thoughts surfaced in his mind before his consciousness was cut off.

This guy named Peter is more than just a Farting!

A more terrifying bloodline lurks within his body, a bloodline capable of completely devouring Farting.

The moment I realized this, the fear of death became clearer than ever before.

Dormammu's body began to tremble, and a complex mix of emotions—doubt, shock, and fear—appeared on his already mangled face.

"Damn it, what the hell are you, you monster?!"

Seeing that he had lost 1/8 of his body in the blink of an eye, he finally began to panic.

"Human...no, brother, my brother! Stop! I think we can talk things over!"

"Since we're all from Farting, how about we each take a step back?"

"I don't want Earth anymore. If you just stop, I can even give you half of the Dark Dimension. From now on, let's rule this Dark Dimension together, how about that?"

Peter merely let out a cold laugh in response to Dormammu's demands:

"You're even calling me 'brother' to beg for mercy? I despise you!"

"Who wants to rule the Dark Dimension with you? I'll devour you, and the entire Dark Dimension will be mine!"