Dormammu was delighted.
He had come to settle the score with Zhang Yang.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Zhang Yang to barge in on his own.
That saved Dormammu some trouble.
Just as Dormammu was about to devour the fresh soul inside Zhang Yang's body, something happened.
Zhang Yang suddenly pulled out the Sword in the Stone.
Without a word, he unleashed a flurry of swings at the Dark Dimension.
Golden light flashed back and forth before Dormammu's eyes, nearly blinding him.
But after all that flashing, there was a problem.
Zhang Yang's Sword in the Stone did no damage to the Dark Dimension.
After all, every magical artifact was rendered useless inside the Dark Dimension.
The Dark Dimension had rules of its own.
Admittedly, Zhang Yang had stopped part of Dormammu's attack with the Sword in the Stone.
But the problem remained.
He had done no real damage.
So Dormammu mocked him mercilessly.
What Dormammu never expected was that
before he could even finish speaking,
Zhang Yang put away the Sword in the Stone, and a terrifying surge of magical energy rose from him.
Before Dormammu could react, Zhang Yang seized his physical body with his bare hands and dragged it straight out of the Dark Dimension!
Yes!
That was right. With his bare hands!
Zhang Yang had actually dragged Dormammu's body out with his bare hands!
The mages of Kamar-Taj were stunned. The Ancient One was stunned.
Even Dormammu himself was dumbfounded.
"The Ancient One, did Kamar-Taj hire someone to do your fighting for you? This guy pulled my physical body straight out of the Dark Dimension with his bare hands?!"
The more Dormammu thought about it, the less it made sense.
He could not help asking the Ancient One.
He knew the question was