A Pitiful Niece Hunted by Her Uncle

"I have a grudge against Dormammu. He killed my father and exiled my mother. I'm here to help you!"

Clea's shout was finally heard.

The waves of blood and skeletons that had been preparing to pounce again all froze, and the ropes around her body stopped tightening further.

Seeing the three of them ease up on their attacks, Clea had no time to rejoice over surviving the ordeal and hurriedly shouted again.

"My name is Clea. I'm five feet eight inches tall, weigh 190 pounds, and I'm originally a resident of the Dark World!"

"Dormammu's brutal rule has left countless Dark World residents, including me, homeless and struggling to survive. So, like you, I consider Dormammu my enemy!"

Those words, coupled with the hatred she showed when mentioning Dormammu, left Natasha and the other two unable to determine whether she was telling the truth.

They instinctively gathered from their separate corners and began discussing it.

"I think there's a high chance she's telling the truth. Besides, she looks a lot like my late wife. She probably isn't a bad person."

Kaecilius was the first to state his opinion.

But the moment he finished, Mordo ruthlessly exposed him from the side. "Oh, come on. Over the years, whenever you see a remotely pretty white woman, you say she looks like your late wife."

"When you first met Natasha, you even told me she looked like your late daughter and had to be a good kid!"

"You're just obsessed with appearances! Every time you pick a fight with me, it's because I'm black and uglier!"

No one knew a brother better than another brother. Mordo knew his good brother's character all too well.

Using this to ease the pain of losing his wife and daughter was one thing, but he could not start believing it himself!

"So I don't believe her. You can't trust a woman's mouth, especially a pretty woman's. When they eat people, they don't even spit out the bones!"

Mordo looked dead serious. After speaking, he did not forget to turn and exclude Natasha. "Of course, our kind junior sister Natasha is an exception."

His survival instincts were fully engaged.

He did not want to take another fist from the Golden Armored Warrior, each one as big as a sandbag!

"Senior Brother Mordo, have you suffered emotional trauma before?" Natasha tilted her head, her face full of curiosity.

Before Mordo could answer, Kaecilius said disdainfully.

"What emotional trauma? He's just been single since birth for too long. No woman likes him, so he calls the grapes sour because he can't have them."

Rarely, Mordo did not get angry. He wore the expression of someone who had seen through the mortal world. "Heh. Love and romance are not worth pursuing."

"I once sought the path of natural balance. Now, all I want is to pursue the endless path of cultivation and see the scenery from the summit!"

Seeing the discussion veering further and further off course, Natasha quickly spoke up and pulled the topic back.

"We can talk about all these paths later. Right now, we need to deal with Clea's situation first."

After pausing, Natasha glanced back at Clea, who was still struggling and trying to ingratiate herself with Tu Xingsun, then continued.

"Based on the feedback from the Immortal-Binding Rope, she should not be lying. Her hatred for Dormammu is genuine as well."

"Besides, she knows a lot about Dormammu. Maybe we can get some information out of her. In any case, with her strength, she can't beat the three of us."

After hearing Natasha's analysis, the other two nodded without objection.

"She didn't bring Dormammu here, so she can be considered trustworthy."

After finishing their discussion, the three surrounded Clea again while withdrawing their techniques.

Freed from her bindings, Clea immediately climbed up from the ground.

"A wise decision. As fellow enemies of Dormammu, we should join hands rather than kill each other."

As she spoke, she quickly straightened her disheveled clothes before extending her hand to Natasha, the other woman in the group.

"Let me introduce myself again."

"My name is Clea. I am a resident of the Dark World and also possess the right to inherit the Dark World. I am also one of Dormammu's constant targets."

"Inheritance rights?" Natasha's expression turned strange as she looked Clea up and down before taking her offered hand.

"I'm Natasha. These two are my senior brothers, Mordo and Kaecilius. We're from Earth."

"I know about Earth. I also know you came from Kamar-Taj, that you are mages, and that your teacher is the Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One."

Clea wore an expression that suggested she had everything under control, trying to seize the initiative.

"I have actually been hiding nearby and observing your teacher's battles with Dormammu for a long time. But she came and went without a trace, and Dormammu was stronger, so I never had the chance to meet her."

"Until yesterday, when she fought Dormammu, I accidentally saw the dimensional portal you opened and watched you enter this place afterward."

"But Dormammu noticed something at the time, so I couldn't catch up with you immediately. That's why I only found you now."

"Yesterday?" Natasha frowned deeply.

Mordo and Kaecilius beside her also wore puzzled expressions as they pressed, "A whole day has passed?"

Although she found it strange that the three before her were asking about the time, Clea still nodded. "By Earth's time, eighteen hours have passed."

"The time has gone from yesterday afternoon to this morning."

Clea's confirmation instantly made the three look as if their parents had died, while Natasha was filled with regret.

"We're done for. We've caused huge trouble. Teacher must be punishing us this way. Are we going to be stuck here for the rest of our lives?"

"Probably not. The Sect Master isn't that kind of person." Mordo shook his head and comforted her.

"Teacher might not intervene, believing this is our fate, but the Sect Master definitely won't ignore you. This should only be a slight punishment. If our lives are truly in danger, she will act."

Though they were merely comforting words, Mordo had inadvertently guessed the situation correctly.

Watching the three of them look so worried, Clea understood at once, and she felt even more certain of her plans afterward.

"You don't need to worry about Dormammu. I can help you."

"Help us?" The three of them looked at Clea in unison, their expressions clearly saying, You can't even beat us, and you dare say we need not worry about Dormammu?

Their gazes instantly made Clea feel offended.

With a cold snort, she reached out and tore open the space beside her, revealing a cosmic starry sky completely different from the Dark Dimension.

"Though I can't defeat Dormammu, he won't find it easy to catch me either, because I can open dimensional barriers!"

"You can actually open dimensional barriers!" This move directly shocked Mordo and Kaecilius.

Even their teacher, Ancient One, could not break through dimensional barriers as effortlessly as Clea had.

If Clea had not been so weak, they would have thought she was some dimensional demon god!

They immediately moved in front of Natasha and demanded sternly, "Who exactly are you?"

"If you truly want to cooperate, be honest and tell us your background and purpose. Otherwise, even if we die trapped here, we will have nothing to do with you!"

Seeing that she had achieved her goal of intimidating them, Clea stopped hiding the truth.

"My mother is Dormammu's younger sister. By family relation, I suppose I should be Dormammu's niece."

"A pitiful niece being crazily hunted by her uncle."