Wang Yang looked at Mordo. This time, he did not want to act himself, lest Kang the Conqueror, who was hiding in the shadows, make a move.
However, he could send out some clones to help the Avengers, the mutants, and the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj.
Wang Yang turned and returned to his room.
Divine power clones coalesced, taking the forms of several people. Their strength was identical to Wang Yang's, and even their consciousness was the same.
Then each drew a portal, stepped through it, and disappeared.
At that moment, Mordo looked grave as he began taking charge. With Wang Yang not acting this time, the pressure on him was naturally immense. Those Dimension Gods might very well find an opening.
Meanwhile, on the streets of New York,
people trying to escape the disaster were already everywhere.
If Nick Fury had not been so far-sighted, anticipating that something like this might happen when he learned that Dimension Gods were coming,
he would not have devised a solution so early. Although he still could not prevent the situation from worsening, he had at least kept more crimes from breaking out in this land of freedom at this time.
Under the arrangements and escort of police officers, people now sheltered nervously beneath buildings, stayed in their homes, or gathered at the base of Avengers Tower.
All they could do now was watch helplessly as the shadow overhead grew larger and larger.
Many could not help closing their eyes and pressing their palms together.
"God! Save us!"
"Deliver us from all these terrifying disasters!"
"Avengers, hurry up and deal with these troubles for us!"
"..."
These people kept voicing the prayers in their hearts, hoping someone could help them and take them away from this dangerous place.
Their words also seemed to