"Negotiation?"
Dormammu was taken aback at first.
How familiar that word was.
The first thing every Strange from every world said upon meeting him was negotiation, negotiation, and more damn negotiation.
As if negotiation was all they knew.
Countless images flashed through Dormammu's mind.
He remembered the Strange in every image so clearly that even the mites in his pores were etched into his memory.
For an existence like Dormammu, as long as he wished, every moment of the past could be recalled as clearly as a high-definition Blu-ray recording.
Whenever a Strange said those words, that fearless and righteous expression on his face made Dormammu feel sick.
It made him absolutely unwilling to recall it a second time.
But he could never let it go, always thinking that one day he would squash and knead every Strange to his heart's content.
That was why he refused to strip those disgusting images from his memories, and also refused to recall them.
Yet now, this ordinary little insect below him (under the cover of his Biological Force Field, Leon looked no different from an ordinary person),
actually dared to brazenly mention negotiation, and even made him recall that sewer maggot, Strange's face!
Dormammu suddenly flew into a rage.
His head, which was shaped like flames, erupted with purple-red energy that solidified into tangible form.
The energy swirled around him and surged upward, as though his enormous head had burst into flames and was about to burn the world to ashes.
No one could remain calm before a Dormammu like this.
The endless energy of the Dark Dimension was burning.
Even Leon could not help feeling a chill in his heart.
Within the Dark Dimension, Dormammu's power had indeed reached the level of a Single Universe.
But Leon did not panic. Everything