Doctor Strange dragged the Cloak of Levitation behind him and fled for his life, with a semicircular shell held out in front of him.
He had apparently torn it off that demon earlier.
He threw it forward, jumped onto it, and glided across the frost-covered, ice-strewn ground as if riding a snowboard.
The blizzard was too fierce, and the Cloak of Levitation was far too conspicuous. He only needed a little more time. If he struggled a little longer, he would break free of the restraints.
After all, he had inherited Ancient One's legacy as the Sorcerer Supreme and possessed enough strength to undo Dormammu's restraints.
He looked up at the flames rising from the Frost Giant's face.
Doctor Strange let out a long breath. Fortunately, Batman's fire support had been formidable and had swept through those demons earlier.
But even Doctor Strange broke out in a cold sweat when facing a Frost Giant. These creatures had once waged war against Odin.
Although Thor always bragged while drinking that he had once led a team into the Frost Giants' lair.
He claimed he had slaughtered them until they were utterly routed and even brought down the Frost Giants' leader, frightening him into kneeling and begging for mercy.
Still, there was a great deal of exaggeration in that story.
But Doctor Strange was certain this Frost Giant was absolutely not the same size as the ones Thor had smashed before.
Just then.
The Frost Giant roared, spewing a blast of icy wind from his mouth. The surrounding blizzard became even more dangerous.
The massive snowflakes directly turned into hail.
The Batplane circling through the air dodged repeatedly under Alfred's control.
Hail poured down from above.
Like cannonballs, it smashed heavily against the Batplane's hull. Even the front windshield—
was battered into