Tearing open the subspace barrier, Chen Xiao stepped right back into his nascent, inner Micro-Thunder Dimension, lashed out with a backhand to shred the residual spatial turbulence lingering at the outer edges, and heavily crossed his legs to sit in the exact center of the Thunder Pool.
Puff.
His chest heaved violently, and a mouthful of congested blood mixed with black smoke spewed straight into the white lightning plasma, only for the leaping electric arcs to instantly tear it into thin wisps of bluish smoke.
That fat chunk of meat Dormammu bit off and swallowed into his belly was not going to be so easy to digest.
Suspended above the originally pristine and flawless ocean of lightning at this moment were massive, roiling masses of deep, turbid purplish-black fog. Those were not ordinary energy crystals; they were rule fragments forcefully ripped straight from the Dark Dimension. The interior of the fog roiled like a churning sea, with twisted faces bulging and shrieking along the edges of the mist. Dormammu's severed, residual mental evil spirits were rolling about frantically, their piercing demonic sounds drilling all the way through the void and straight into the sea of consciousness.
Hungry.
So hungry.
Swallow everything here, turn the thunder into decay, and turn the Divine Fire into black mud.
The violent malice of assimilation seeped downwards along the foundations of the Thunder Dimension, and wherever it passed, the originally dense white lightning crystals were stained with shocking patches of pitch-black patterns.
The crystal walls at the edge of the dimension groaned, emitting a muffled, crisp cracking sound.
Still want to play the unruly guest in my domain?
Chen Xiao pulled his palms together, pressing them against his knees as the veins on his forehead bulged.
Excruciating pain.
That was the dull ache of nerve