Dormammu!

I'm sure everyone has played FPS games, right?

Zhang Yang's current state was like playing CrossFire—with auto-aim enabled.

All he had to do was pull the trigger. Bullets formed from magical power, guided by his mental force, struck the Dark Hounds squarely in the head.

Dark Hounds, whose entire bodies were made of dark energy, did not die after being shot in the head. They merely turned back into dark energy and returned to the Dark Dimension.

Zhang Yang had killed who knew how many Dark Hounds. Eventually, finding it insufficiently thrilling, he switched to a different style of play.

He wondered if everyone had ever heard a poem.

It went like this: Homage to Gatling Bodhisattva, depleted uranium rounds cleanse the six senses; three thousand six hundred rotations in one breath, great mercy delivers all beings.

Holding a six-barreled Vulcan cannon, Zhang Yang fired not bullets, but rockets!

As explosions rang out, Zhang Yang gradually grew excited.

As Zhang Yang walked and bombarded everything around him, he thought of a line he had seen online. It fit his current situation perfectly.

All fear came from insufficient firepower!

Having transformed into a walking bombardment maniac, Zhang Yang swept through everything in his path. It did not take him long to clear out all the monsters around the London Sanctum.

Whether they were fodder like the Dark Hounds or elite monsters like Zeno, none could withstand a second attack.

But...

Looking at the London Sanctum and the increasingly spreading cracks across the dim magical formation on the ground, Zhang Yang felt that he might have gone a little overboard.

At last, cracks covered the entire magical formation. After holding out for a moment, the golden formation shattered into specks of light that drifted down. The sight... was quite beautiful.

But Zhang Yang had no mind to appreciate the dreamlike scene. Instead, he looked into the distance.

At the street corner, an enormous surge of dark energy appeared.

"Thud..."

"Thud..."

"Thud..."

The ground shook. Without the protection of the magical formation, the London Sanctum could not withstand the sudden tremors and collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Once the smoke cleared, a gigantic monster with eight eyes and uneven fangs appeared before Zhang Yang.

It was Chino!

The instant he saw the monster, Zhang Yang recognized its name from the knowledge he had acquired through the Cosmic Compendium.

A rare monster in Dormammu's Dark Legion, one that served as the equivalent of a heavy tank—Chino!

Weighing over forty tons, once they built up speed, every object blocking their path would be crushed to pieces!

The immense power contained within their bodies ranked among the very best in Dormammu's Dark Legion.

Most importantly, these things could self-destruct, and the resulting explosions were incredibly powerful!

Normally, Grand Sorcerers were responsible for holding these things back while Sanctum sorcerers killed them. They were extremely difficult to deal with.

"Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!"

Zhang Yang drew upon the energy of the Crimson Universe, turning it into scarlet chains that flew toward Chino. Catching it off guard, they bound its limbs.

Then Zhang Yang hefted the six-barreled Vulcan cannon and began bombarding it relentlessly.

Even with Chino's astonishing defenses, it could not endure three thousand six hundred bombardments per second. Before the force of one explosion could even be released, the next one had already arrived.

Stacking!

Stacking without end!

When the final shell exploded with a bang, the magical power that had accumulated to its limit detonated as well.

Flames soared into the sky, dyeing the entire Mirror Dimension red!

Under the massive explosion, even space could not endure it. Ripple after ripple appeared, and black spatial rifts occasionally opened up.

The earth trembled incessantly. The ground, reinforced by magical formations, split with bottomless cracks centered on where Chino had stood, eventually collapsing across a vast area.

The terrifying sight left even Zhang Yang, who had flown into the air the moment he sensed something wrong, utterly dumbfounded.

"This..."

High in the sky, Zhang Yang looked at the Mirror Dimension below, which had collapsed into a bottomless pit, and muttered, "Did I cause this?"

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yang noticed something was off.

At the center of the bottomless pit floated a glossy black sphere, pulsing like a heart.

Flying over cautiously, Zhang Yang stared at the black sphere, which was roughly the size of a human head, and reached out to touch it.

"Stop!"

Just as his hand was about to touch the black sphere, a voice stopped him.

Zhang Yang turned around and saw Daniel, his face filled with urgency.

At that moment, a gust of wind from nowhere blew past, moving Zhang Yang's body and making him touch the black sphere.

"Oh no!"

Watching this happen, Daniel's eyes widened in terror.

"?"

A question mark practically appeared over Zhang Yang's head. He had no idea why a black sphere had made Daniel so nervous.

But the next second, he felt a sudden force stirring the magical power within his body.

"Ah!"

A reverberating voice sounded in Zhang Yang's mind. "What fascinating power. No one would have imagined that its owner was merely a mortal?"

"This power is far too wasted inside your body. Now, hand it over to me!"

"With this power, I will rule the entire multiverse!"

"Give it to me!!!"

The voice echoed endlessly through Zhang Yang's mind. Vaguely, Zhang Yang seemed to see a flaming skull grinning viciously at him.

"Ding, mission triggered."

"Detected that the host has encountered a mental attack from Dormammu, the demon god of the Dark Dimension. As the master of this system, how can you take a beating without fighting back? Get him!"

"Please defeat Dormammu's avatar within the time limit. Upon completing the mission, you will receive the reward: Instant Spellcasting!"

The system's mechanical voice rang in his ears, jolting Zhang Yang awake just as he was about to be brainwashed.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Yang's head felt like it was splitting apart. Dormammu's voice echoed through his mind.

Gritting his teeth, he recklessly mobilized the ocean-like magical power within his body and sent it surging through his veins into his brain.

"Damn it, what are you doing?!"

As magical power flooded into his brain, Dormammu let out a scream, his tone filled with disbelief. "Are you trying to kill yourself? Don't waste this endless magical power!"

"Bastard, stop!"

Dormammu's voice grew quieter and quieter beneath the endless torrent of magical power, while Zhang Yang's mind became increasingly clear.

Finally, a cloud of black gas flew out of Zhang Yang's body and formed into a figure not far away.

It had a flaming skull for a head and wore a pitch-black cloak.

It had a name that resounded throughout the entire multiverse.

It was the master of the entire Dark Dimension.

It was the demon god—Dormammu!