You Don't Need Space Magic to Cut You Down!

"You lowly bug!"

Shuma-Gorath froze for a moment.

Then, realizing what Ren had said, he flew into a rage.

He thought his current appearance was practically perfect.

His entire body was brimming with power.

It was true that he did not fit the aesthetic standards of most ordinary species.

He was even a hundred times uglier than an octopus from the sea.

But there was nothing he could do about that.

Evil gods who had been affected by twisted power for too long tended to have rather arbitrary appearances.

"Human."

"When I was born, your ancestors were still swinging from the trees!"

"You're nothing but an inferior product created by a false god."

"How dare you challenge my dignity?"

Shuma-Gorath roared furiously.

"I wasn't challenging you."

"I was just telling the truth."

"Go look in a mirror. Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Ren curled his lip.

"And stop calling them false gods."

"Weren't you driven off Earth by those very false gods?"

"They're false gods, so what does that make you?"

Ren's face was full of disdain.

The moment Shuma-Gorath revealed his true form, Ren recognized what he was dealing with.

Among Earth's sorcerers, this creature was known as the Eye Beast.

He was a top-tier monster that had crawled out of the Chaos Dimension.

Even among all the Dimensional Entities, he ranked among the strongest.

His true strength was definitely no weaker than that of a true god.

Later on, he would even become Doctor Strange's most troublesome archenemy.

But today—

he was simply unlucky enough to run into Ren.

"Human."

"You certainly know quite a lot."

"You even know ancient secrets."

"Unfortunately, knowing more won't save your life!"

Shuma-Gorath's voice was cold.

The eight thick tentacles around his body began to thrash violently.

Evil energy churned madly across