Meanwhile, everyone praying in front of their screens was stunned.
The boiling flood of livestream comments vanished without a trace, and the whole world seemed to fall silent.
Everyone's minds went blank. They had no idea what would happen next.
They could only hold their breath and stare at the screens, waiting in silent terror for that unknown ultimate disaster to descend.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, then two and a half minutes passed.
The fierce battle continued amid the ruins, but nothing else happened.
Just as people's tightly wound nerves began to relax slightly—
A sudden change occurred.
Centered on the half-collapsed Hong Kong Sanctum, the ground was suddenly engulfed by an extremely dense purple fog.
The fog clung to the ground as it rapidly spread through the surrounding streets, while surging vertically into the sky like an inverted waterfall.
Seeing this, Baron Mordo, who had been fighting on the front lines, let his hands fall helplessly to his sides.
With a clang, the magical baton in his hand fell to the ground.
"Too late..." Despair filled Mordo's eyes. "Dormammu is coming... It's all over. No one can stop him."
"Mordo! Pull yourself together!" Wong knocked a Mindless One back with his shield and roared at Mordo. "Pick up your weapon! We're not dead yet!"
But Mordo merely turned his head slightly and curled his lips into a miserable smile.
He turned a deaf ear to Wong's shouts and completely gave up resisting.
The purple fog had already covered all of Hong Kong's sky.
And the people in front of their screens finally encountered true despair.
Through the Hummingbird Drones' high-definition cameras, they clearly saw the scene in the sky.
The dense fog gradually thinned in the heavens, revealing a vast, boundless space filled with brilliant colors and deathly black