Dormammu, determined to claim the Xenomorphs, immediately concentrated his power on Duva.
Countless particles of black magic condensed into purple spikes. Like a corner of the universe collapsing, they fell upon Duva in a dense barrage like beams of light.
Duva merely jerked his head up, extraordinary Heat Vision bursting from his eyes. At the same time, he rapidly turned his head, annihilating every one of those magical attacks.
His body moved as swiftly as lightning, almost as if teleporting. He raced through Earth's outer space at high speed, his movements fleeting and swift. Every strike erased vast swathes of black magic.
Duva personally felt the power he now possessed and rapidly adapted to it, repeatedly stacking further power on top of that foundation.
For a moment, he instinctively thought that if this had been the genuine Superman, merely fighting in outer space would already have counted as an enormous home-field advantage.
The sun floating in the distance generously poured forth sunlight.
Even though Duva wielded the Million Suns Power within the Pocket Universe, that did not mean he was the sum of a million Supermen.
"Is this all the power you have? Is this the limit of you, the Xenomorph Master? What right does someone like you have to command a creature like the Xenomorph? You might as well become part of me along with them."
Dormammu let out a terrifying laugh, every note of it like the universe itself whispering.
"Don't let him deceive you. We're the ones fighting on home ground. He wants to lure you into charging over, then swallow you whole into the Dark Dimension. By then, even I won't be able to save you," Ancient One warned.
Entering the Dark Dimension would mean enormous trouble. Without the mighty power to shatter a dimension, facing