"By the name of Axeron's Icy Grip, freeze!"
Gibborim cast magic, drenched in sweat. Even his fingers trembled violently with fear. In just a few dozen seconds, he had to admit that although the new Sorcerer Supreme did not know a single spell, he was even more terrifying than the Ancient One.
Space Magic was ineffective. Deathstroke could somehow suddenly break free from the Mirror Dimension, and the other two people he had brought could not be trapped either. Gibborim could only be certain that Ghost Rider had taken a route through Hell to get out of the Mirror Dimension. As for how the white-haired girl and Deathstroke had escaped, he could not make sense of it at all.
There was even less need to mention Time Magic. Deathstroke held the Time Stone; within this Single Universe, time was merely a variable he could manipulate at will.
All sorts of other control and attack spells were useless against Deathstroke as well. He did not even bother dodging. He simply floated forward unhurriedly at a steady pace, arms folded, slowly flying toward Gibborim through all the attacks.
There was no need for counterspells, nor any need to evade. The Cloak of Levitation lightly brushed aside the various spells, or they struck the black-and-yellow armor and vanished.
Deathstroke was completely unharmed, and the red monocular eye on his mask seemed to grow brighter as the distance closed.
Axeron's Icy Grip was a spell that slowed its target through low temperatures. If the price paid was great enough, it could even freeze the target's time.
Yet it was still the same as before. Deathstroke did not even look at the blue ray, letting it strike him without showing the slightest sign of slowing down as he continued approaching Gibborim with utter calm.
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