"Dormammu! Kill me if you can!"
Deathstroke had returned again, only to be blasted away by Dormammu's energy beam as expected. No one noticed that this time, he had flown in another direction.
Faltine and Umar were both growing numb to it. This was already the third time. Deathstroke was like something that could neither die nor be shaken off, appearing before Dormammu again and again just to disgust him.
The gap in their strength was enormous, but even Umar felt a degree of admiration for Deathstroke's fighting spirit. So the Sorcerer Supreme of the Main Dimension was not merely someone who knew how to enjoy himself and play around. That determination reminded her of the days when she had never given up on Earth.
So she rallied herself and tangled with Dormammu once more. She did not know what Deathstroke was planning, but she needed to buy him time to carry it out.
In another faraway dimension, the entire realm resembled a towering black mountain. At its summit stood an enormous nest-shaped structure, though it was made from the piled white bones of countless creatures. Quite a few had been scorched by Deviant flames, glittering like glass.
At that very moment, an enormous Black Dragon lay within the nest. It was tens of thousands of meters long, coiled amid the bone pile as though asleep.
Yet its wings rose and fell with every breath, and its long tongue occasionally stretched out to lick its claws, all proving that he was not asleep.
Besides this Dragon, innumerable creatures in all manner of beastly forms wandered across the mountain range, constantly slaughtering and devouring one another.
This was the dimension of Faltaris, the Black Dragon King among the demon gods. This dimension was called Black Dragon, a realm where survival of