A chill, like tangible tentacles, crawled up Su Ming's spine.
He stood motionless in midair.
His gaze pierced through the thin atmosphere, stabbing straight into the dark depths of space.
His expression was grave.
There, stars were going out one after another, as though swallowed by an invisible maw.
Space itself let out a groan of unbearable strain.
Like fragile glass compressed by immense force, it cracked open with countless ominous fissures.
An ancient pressure that transcended time and dimensions descended like a world-ending tide!
"Is that... Dormammu?
Why was he here? If I remembered correctly, this guy was at least Demon God level..."
Su Ming's expression grew even uglier.
Could Ego and Dormammu be buddies?
Had he come to lend a brother a hand after seeing Ego in trouble?
That didn't seem right!
In the original plot, Ego had even blown himself and the whole planet to bits...
Yet Dormammu had never shown up.
Besides, Su Ming, who kept constant watch over Earth, had seen an identical face above New York not long ago.
Strange had been confronting him.
Only after seeing this one did Su Ming realize just how lucky Strange had been.
The one on Earth had been no more than an avatar.
No wonder Strange, that rookie, had managed to talk him into leaving.
Their auras were worlds apart—this was not a tangible "body."
It was a moving, ultimate darkness that devoured all light.
It was composed of boiling dark matter, twisted laws, and fragments of countless wailing souls.
Its sheer scale made Earth look like a speck of dust before it.
Two unfortunate asteroids that blocked its path vanished without a sound.
Even the light of their explosions was instantly consumed.
Its "gaze"—
Or rather, that will capable of freezing souls—focused precisely on Su Ming.