Before Dormammu could speak, the mages of Kamar-Taj shouted, "Dormammu has to die! He's an Evil God! We can't let an Evil God live!"
"That's right! Dormammu absolutely cannot live!"
The mages of Kamar-Taj shouted over one another.
Their voices grew louder and louder.
Until now, Dormammu had always been the one threatening them.
When had the mages ever had a chance to threaten Dormammu?
Now that they could, why wouldn't they give it everything they had?
No, this wasn't a threat. They really wanted Dormammu dead!
What the mages didn't know was that Dormammu had long since sold his soul to the Dark Dimension, while his body was now made of Hellfire—flames that could never be extinguished.
In essence, Dormammu couldn't be killed unless the Dark Dimension itself was destroyed.
Zhang Yang and The Ancient One both knew that, of course.
The mages kept shouting enthusiastically.
But Zhang Yang said nothing.
Seeing his silence, the mages gradually quieted down.
After a while, Zhang Yang looked at Dormammu and said to the mages of Kamar-Taj, "Come to think of it, Kamar-Taj conducts practical combat training all the time. Having Dormammu train with everyone might not be a bad idea."
Dormammu stared. "...You want me to teach your Kamar-Taj mages magic?"
What the hell?
You want me to train with the mages of Kamar-Taj?
Are you kidding me?
I'm a damn villain!
Have you ever seen a villain teach people?
Dormammu stared blankly at Zhang Yang, ready to refuse. But as soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Yang shook his head. "You've misunderstood. Not teach. More precisely, you'd be there to test new magic on."
Test?
New magic?
So you want to use me as a damn test dummy?
Chapter 267
Honestly, whatever else could be said about him,