Always at odds with Asgard.
At least, in Wong and Mordo's memories, ever since Zhang Yang had come to Kamar-Taj,
the All-Father had practically come to Kamar-Taj every single day.
Every day.
He was practically one step away from moving into Kamar-Taj.
They truly could not bear to watch.
Mordo and Wong felt that this was already the greatest contribution they could make to Odin.
So the two stood shoulder to shoulder, raised their heads toward Asgard, and mourned silently in their hearts.
Meanwhile.
Because of the Winds of Watoomb, the sky had already changed color.
Compared to last time, this time it was darker, blacker, and even more terrifying.
The sky at that moment looked like a chaotic mass that had yet to be completely divided.
It was terrifyingly profound.
After all, Zhang Yang's power was no longer what it had once been.
Ever since he had learned the miracle and been revered by Kamar-Taj's sorcerers, Zhang Yang's magical energy had undergone a qualitative leap.
Although the magical energy of Kamar-Taj's more than eight hundred sorcerers might have accounted for only one percent of the effect.
And although Zhang Yang had only used a tiny fraction of his own magical energy.
The magical energy and effects on display were undeniably terrifying.
It was as though the entire Earth was about to be devoured by the sky.
It also seemed as if countless alien armies were poised behind the sky, ready to invade Earth.
Wong said, "Mordo, don't you think Zhang Yang's power has increased tremendously?"
Watching the scene before him, Wong could not help feeling shocked.
Of course, Wong was not foolish enough to think that this terrifying magical energy had been created by the more than eight hundred Kamar-Taj sorcerers.
Wong and Mordo knew all too well what