After bidding Magik farewell, Deathstroke flew straight out of Limbo, carried by Cloak, and returned to the battlefield once more.
Dormammu and Umar were still fighting. Faltine, meanwhile, had become a spectator, struggling to keep her own domain from being shattered.
Seeing Deathstroke, whom Dormammu had sent flying, return from outside completely unscathed, even as an Elemental Creature, Faltine had a black hole appear where her mouth should have been on her glowing face.
She was astonished. It was safe to say she could not understand it at all.
This world was insane. Dormammu, at the Skyfather Level, could not kill an ordinary human with not even a trace of energy fluctuation?
Sure enough, the path of matter was the right one. Good thing she had turned back before it was too late.
Watching the two giants of black flame pound each other with heavy fists imbued with laws and energy, Su Ming merely waved to Faltine in greeting before charging between the giants again.
Just like before, he pulled out the golden loudspeaker. "Dormammu, you're such trash! Kneel and beg for mercy now, and I might spare your life!"
The result went without saying. Within a few moves, Dormammu sent Deathstroke flying away again, making him vanish from everyone's sight.
But Faltine was somewhat puzzled. Deathstroke had evaded all of Dormammu's spatial abilities, Dark Matter, shockwaves, and magic.
Yet whenever Dormammu used energy beams, Deathstroke seemed to deliberately meet them head-on and get blasted away. What did that mean?
The same scene seemed to play out again. Wrapped in a pillar of purple energy, Deathstroke adjusted his flight path with a smile. This time, his target was another of Dormammu's neighbors.
It was a purple dimension where everything was purple. Not the deep purple of dried blood that demons