Pfft!
Blood sprayed from Baron Mordo's mouth as Dormammu sent him flying with a single blow, catching him completely off guard.
Many of those watching sucked in a sharp breath. Until now, they had lacked a clear understanding of Dormammu's strength, but this made his power painfully clear.
As The Ancient One's foremost disciple, Baron Morton was unquestionably a top-tier powerhouse. Yet Dormammu had sent even someone of his caliber flying with a casual blow. Though Morton had been caught off guard, he would certainly have reacted in time against anyone else, such as Druid.
After getting back to his feet, Baron Mordo paid no attention to his injuries. He hurriedly bowed his head and bent at the waist. "Your reprimand was deserved, my lord. I admit my mistake."
The sight sent another shudder through the crowd. They had seen with their own eyes just how arrogant Baron Mordo had been moments earlier.
He had dared to disrespect even The Ancient One, yet now, after Dormammu had blasted him away, he actually apologized of his own accord. It turned their understanding of the world upside down.
Dormammu did not so much as glance at Baron Mordo as he apologized. His attention remained fixed entirely on The Ancient One.
"Come, then. Let me see how much you've improved over the years."
As his words fell, terrifying flames swept toward The Ancient One. The extreme heat was more than those inside the temple could bear, and cries of agony immediately erupted from many of them.
The Ancient One frowned at the sight. With a thought, she instantly transformed their surroundings.
The temple and its many monks vanished. Only she and Dormammu remained in an uninhabited world. This was her magical ability, Space Transfer, which could instantly transport her and any target she