Among the endless planes, this was the domain of the Trinity, the Vishanti.
All their power was concentrated here as well.
Almost no god dared to fight the Vishanti here.
Strange looked at Agamotto, whose body radiated a hazy light.
Although Agamotto had not grown much larger, at this moment Strange still felt as though a colossal being stood before him.
The feeling was very strange.
Yet it had truly appeared before him.
And it instinctively left him unable to muster the slightest will to resist.
Only now did he understand how weak he was before a true powerhouse.
Strange looked toward Wang Yang and found that he was still watching Agamotto calmly, seemingly unaffected by Agamotto's transformation.
"No wonder they call the Vishanti a Trinity. Their strength really has risen by more than a single level."
Wang Yang watched the intense aura of white magic radiating from Agamotto.
"You still have a chance to leave. Gods are not something you mortals can stand against!"
Agamotto's voice carried pride and was filled with a sacred air.
"Besides, since you humans chose this path and borrowed the power of gods, whether from me or another god, you will ultimately have to pay the price. That will not change easily!"
Agamotto's voice sounded like three voices combined, giving it an extremely eerie quality.
This was also the rule of the gods. Throughout all these years, gods and mortals alike had upheld it.
No one could change it.
"You suffer no loss from our supposedly borrowing your power."
Wang Yang smiled and said, "As for changing it, that isn't impossible either. For example, you can't collect the price from the Ancient One!"
Whether gods or cosmic beings, it was only a matter of strength.
As long as you were powerful, these so-called gods