Spatial Turbulence erupted not only in space, but also in the Dark Dimension. Watching the planets ahead being relentlessly destroyed, Dormammu nearly coughed up blood in fury. His losses were staggering—at least a thousand years of work had gone to waste.
The Dark Dimension had reached its current size only because Dormammu had worked around the clock, ceaselessly devouring other dimensions to expand it.
"Mechanical Demon King, I'll tear you to pieces!"
Dormammu roared through gritted teeth, his hatred for Andrew sinking deep into his bones.
Hidden in the Dark Dimension, Knull shook his head. Of all the people to offend, Dormammu had chosen the petty Mechanical Demon King. Unless something unexpected happened, the Dark Dimension would soon have another new master.
"Ultron, have you got any more tricks? If not, you can die now."
Out in space, Andrew repaired the Bifrost Spear as he said with a smile, "What I'm about to say might sound like bragging, but it really isn't.
"So far, I've only used seventy percent of my strength."
"Seventy percent?"
Ultron's expression darkened. Unlike Andrew, he had already used his full strength, even bringing out his trump card, the Time Clone.
He hadn't even used the Time Clone against the Watcher—mainly because there had been no need. The Watcher was no match for him.
"Why are you so powerful?"
Ultron couldn't understand it. "You're not at single universe level. This makes no scientific sense."
"If levels decided everything, why would anyone bother fighting? We could just show each other our levels."
Andrew scoffed. "Ultron, your energy has indeed reached single universe level, but what's inside you falls far short."
That inner substance was actually an understanding of the rules. One unit of Ultron's power produced one unit of force, while one unit of Andrew's power could