"Dormammu, are you trying to devour me? You've accidentally hit me a few times already."
Mephisto, in his snake-man form, was boiling with rage.
"What the hell are you on about? Clearly you were plotting against me behind my back, yet you have the nerve to bite back," Dormammu roared angrily.
"I %... Damn it ... &*"
Roar--
Alioth let out a simple and straightforward roar.
Then they descended into a chaotic brawl.
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Wang Ming was shrouded in the balancing energies of yin and yang, forming something resembling a Taiji Diagram.
Tai Chi Fist!
Wang Ming didn't actually know it, though of course he could deduce the health-exercise version of Tai Chi Fist from later generations.
However, that was useless.
The Tai Chi Fist of Zhang Sanfeng, imbued with his martial arts will, was the valuable part.
This was something Wang Ming couldn't deduce, as he had never witnessed it.
What he was using instead was the signature skill of Evil King Shi Zhixuan, the Undying Seven Illusions.
Shi Zhixuan was one of the most astonishingly talented and brilliant figures in his world, his upper limit restricted only by his own universe.
The Undying Imprint, Phantom Demon Body Technique, and Undying Seven Illusions that he created were utterly badass.
Deservedly called a bug-like ability, his proficiency in handling group battles was exceptionally outstanding!
Of course, what Wang Ming was using wasn't the original version of Shi Zhixuan's technique; that version was far too outdated and completely incapable of functioning in this god-devil-tier combat.
Shi Zhixuan's original version of the Undying Seven Illusions was akin to the addition formulas of elementary math.
Wang Ming had developed advanced calculus from that starting point.
If Wang Ming wished, he could give it a name and claim it as his own technique without