A rotten voice echoed through the dark energy.
Then the dark energy erupted with flames, making Dormammu's figure clearer.
Dormammu looked like a monster now.
It turned out that, to humans, human forms were still more pleasing to the eye.
Just as humans wouldn't find a sow beautiful, unless they were desperately horny.
"Dormammu!"
Master Gu Yi and Li Ang had already moved elsewhere, so they wouldn't affect the locals.
After all, when gods fought, mortals suffered.
Uma and Clea didn't dare show themselves either. They could only watch from afar.
"Your enemy this time isn't me!"
Then Master Gu Yi looked at Li Ang. "Go on. I'll keep an eye on you."
To deal with a dimensional demon god, you first had to know how powerful one was.
Know yourself and your enemy, and you'd be prepared.
It was like how Batman always learned his opponent's strength and weaknesses before a fight.
Now that things had come to this, Li Ang figured he might as well see it through. He rose into the air.
He had never truly fought a powerful opponent before.
At that moment, what Li Ang lacked was a Battle Suit.
Dormammu's gaze fixed on Li Ang.
In this form, Dormammu's gaze was intensely oppressive, and Li Ang sensed the danger of death.
If he couldn't beat Dormammu, he really would die!
"Where did this little mage come from? How weak!"
Dormammu spoke with contempt.
If the Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One, hadn't brought him here, Dormammu probably wouldn't have bothered speaking.
After all, to Dormammu, the magic fluctuations inside Li Ang were like his own when he was young—still in need of growth.
Compared to Dormammu now, Li Ang was as weak as an insect.
So Dormammu casually swatted at him.
Dark energy condensed into