Sorcerers Turn to Stone en Masse!

"Ren, be careful, this guy is strong!"

Strange yelled at the top of his lungs.

Ren turned around and was met head-on by a cataclysmic monster charging towards him.

"Just a toy that mutates by exploiting potential." Ren said calmly.

Buzz.

A massive Magic Shield blocked their path, its surface etched with the image of a fallen angel.

Mutant Magic, Bethphenny's Sigh!

Thump!

A deafening collision rang out.

Ren felt a sharp pain in his ear.

In contrast, the light shield in front of them remained completely still, without even the slightest ripple, as steady as a mountain.

The Queen of the Underworld's Wall of Sighs is virtually unassailable in terms of defense.

Ren knew it very well.

The monster before them was the Berserker would one day kill Odin's wife. His physical and magical resistance were off the charts, but unfortunately, his intelligence was lacking.

Compared to the spatial Magic of Kamar-Taj, a mere brute with a solid physical body is utterly insignificant.

He could easily sever limbs with a simple Portal. Ren didn't take it seriously at all.

Strange was standing not far away, was completely dumbfounded.

What the heck?

Blocked it? So easily? So casually?

This is completely unscientific!

Strange stared wide-eyed at the monster frantically pounding on the light shield, his mind racing with a thousand curses.

He was just getting utterly dominated by the monster!

The monster's fist was imbued with the aura of death; a single punch could shatter his defenses, and the aftershocks could send blood gushing from his mouth.

Why is it that Ren can just casually raise his shield and act like nothing happened?

Strange tore his hair into a mess, completely baffled.

Ignoring the monster's impotent rage, Ren picked up his platinum longsword and prepared to finish Malekith off.

"Die!" Malekith roared madly.

A round, spherical grenade hurtled towards them.

Ren's pupils contracted sharply.

Space Black Hole Grenade!

The Dark Elves' trump card.

Once it explodes, even the physical bodies of the Asgardians cannot withstand it!

You can't force it.

A thought flashed through my mind.

Ren activated the Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts.

Bang!

The grenade exploded where Ren had just been standing, instantly creating a small, terrifying Black Hole that frantically devoured everything around it, even sucking the solid floor tiles into nothingness.

But Ren was no longer there.

His body transformed into countless energy butterflies shimmering with green light, instantly spreading throughout the entire space.

"What kind of Magic is this?"

The Dark Elves and Strange were completely dumbfounded.

Before Strange figure it out...

He suddenly felt his collar tighten, and he was pulled into a safe area by an invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, a series of devastating explosions descended!

The green Psylocke exploded instantly.

A crimson sea of fire filled every inch of space. The entire alternate dimension was twisting and expanding violently!

Strange watched with trepidation.

If the barrier collapses, the entire sect outside will perish along with it.

At the epicenter of the explosion, ordinary alien soldiers instantly vaporized without even uttering a scream.

Malekith and his ferocious warriors fought desperately, but they only managed to hold out for a few more seconds.

A dozen minutes later.

The storm has finally subsided.

Strange's legs went weak. Looking at the scorched earth before him, his throat was dry and his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

He secretly vowed that he would never mess with Ren in his life.

The vast Mirror Dimension had been completely transformed into a desolate ruin. The ground was covered with a thick layer of gray powder.

The alien leader, who was just moments ago swaggering around, is now nothing more than two charred skeletons.

The king of the Dark Elves died just like that, completely wiped out.

Is this really Spell that a human could conjure up?

Strange didn't even dare to look back at Ren.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a golden light shone from the side, Portal opened.

Mordo rushed in, weapon in hand. "Ren! Don't be afraid, we're here to help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordo's voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed him by the neck.

Upon seeing the apocalyptic scene before him, the black Sorcerers's face turned deathly pale.

"Mordo, what are you doing blocking the doorway?"

"Get out of the way!"

Several voices urged them on from behind, and Fatty Wong led the way, squeezing in.

As soon as he entered, Wang shut up.

Recalling the terrifying shock he had experienced in the Library, he froze, standing motionless.

The dozen or so Master who followed were all stunned.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Who am I? Where am I?

What place is this?

Weren't we all here to provide support in the war?

Where did the enemy go?

Is this the Apocalypse?

Within the Mirror Dimension.

The air was deathly silent.

Kamar-Taj top-tier combat power, with Master whose mere stomp can shake the entire dimensional world.

Now they've all turned into wooden figures.

They stood frozen at the entrance of the Portal, not daring to even blink.

Everyone's expression was blank, as if they had all been cut from the same mold.

Those unaware of the situation might think these experts were all under a spell that immobilizes them.

Ren, carrying Strange looked just as foolish, strolled slowly from a distance.

"Gentlemen, what brings you all here?"

With his signature shy smile, Ren said, "Master Mordo, you're so badly injured, why don't you go to the medical room and lie down?"

Upon hearing Ren's voice, Mordo shuddered, snapping out of his petrified state.

"Ray... Ren, what exactly is going on?"

Mordo's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to manage to utter a complete sentence.

He had just been severely injured and coughed up blood, and watched helplessly as Ren dragged the Dark Elves into the Mirror Dimension.

He knew all too well how terrifying those alien monsters were.

He possesses abundant Divine Power and a robust physical body.

Not only do they possess Magic, but they are also an advanced technological civilization that has mastered interstellar travel; who knows what deadly weapon they hold in their hands.

To save people, Mordo endured the excruciating pain and forced his way into the promotion ceremony venue.

With a thud, he crashed onto the central platform, covered in blood.

This immediately caused an uproar among all the Sorcerers present.

"Sorcerers Mordo! How did you get injured like this?"

"Make way! Medical Team, hurry and save this person!"

Hamir was sweating profusely and rushed to the front, frantically casting healing Magic.

Having finally caught his breath, Mordo, disregarding his need to rest, roared at the top of his lungs, "Dark Elves are invading! Ren is holding them off alone! Go help!"

These words were like a thunderclap out of nowhere!

Kamar-Taj has been established for hundreds of years, and they have always been the ones leading the charge in conquering Other Dimension. When have they ever been cornered at their doorstep?

All the Master instantly turned red.

Tens of thousands of battle Sorcerers immediately assembled and charged into every corner of Kamar-Taj with murderous intent, launching a carpet-bombing operation.

The invading Dark Elves were actually in a pretty bad situation.

They were utterly crushed by Odin, leaving only a few thousand survivors.

Only a few dozen elites accompanied the leader to Earth this time.

Malekith took a few to steal the Aether, while the rest scattered to search for other things.

In the blink of an eye, they ran headlong into thousands of berserk Sorcerers with glowing green eyes.

The scene was so cruel it was unbearable to watch.

An ordinary Sorcerers was chopping vegetables outside.

Led by Mordo, a dozen or so core Master rushed towards Ren's Mirror Dimension to prepare for the rescue.

They had just stepped through the Portal.

Before me lay the devastated ruins of the apocalypse.

This terrified the dozen or so big shots, turning them into statues, and kept the hundreds of elite soldiers following behind firmly outside the door.

"So... you single-handedly took down the Dark Elves leader, plus his top general?"

Mordo stammered as he pressed on with his questions.

"I wouldn't call myself strong," Ren said, scratching his head with an innocent look.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten that they brought helpers."

A casual remark by Ren.

It was like stabbing a knife deep into the hearts of all the Master!

They had seen those black-armored soldiers when they came in.

A team of five, well-equipped, could easily handle two or three Masters.

As a result, this elite squad was reduced to a negligible nobody in Ren's eyes?

Then what are these Masters?

Are they ants that you can just crush with your bare hands?

A deep sense of sorrow rose in the hearts of all the senior executives.

The most devastating thing is that what Ren said was the absolute truth.

Mordo had a slightly stronger mental fortitude; he suppressed the urge to vomit blood and pointed to the endless gray powder stretching behind him.

"The enemy is dealt with. So what's this pile of ruins?"

Mirror Dimension is a reflection of reality.

If Kamar-Taj can be razed to the ground here, it can be done outside as well.

Ren turned his head and glanced at it.

"Oh... I accidentally lost control of my strength a little."

Ren smiled shyly, "Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts is indeed a bit overpowered."

"Bite!"

"Your [Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts] expresses extreme contempt for the host's forced pretentious behavior!"

"Cultivation speed has begun to decrease!"

The smile on Ren's face froze instantly.

Mordo could not hear the System Notifications.

Looking at Ren's expression, he felt his blood boil.

Did he accidentally lose control and turn the sect's stronghold to ashes?

If you go all out, won't you flatten the Himalayas as well?!

Even worse!

What the hell is this Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts?!

Although none of the Master present had mastered the technique, they had all seen it in ancient texts.

That's a pure life-saving defensive Magic!

Whose defensive Magic can have the effect of a nuclear bomb wiping out the entire area?

Do they really think they're a bunch of idiots?!

But looking at the deathly ashes that filled the entire space before them, they didn't even have the confidence to refute them.

A monster that blasted through space using auxiliary defensive Magic.

Is this really a human?

The dozens of Master looked at Ren, their expressions completely changing.

Deep down, everyone is frantically questioning their own soul:

With our level of skill, do we even deserve to be called Master?!