Strange watched this with immense envy and discouragement. When he cast it himself, he could not do anything like this.
Mordo could not help smiling wryly.
Wang Yang's proficiency in controlling magic, and his powerful command over it, had completely surpassed his own, leaving him far behind.
But this clearly should not have happened.
His magic and Wang Yang's were like a firefly and the bright moon. His Crimson Bands were like a little snake, while Wang Yang's magic was like a mighty dragon.
Wang Yang, too, felt helpless.
He had not wanted to unleash this much power either. After absorbing the divine talent, his Crimson Bands had become more than ten times stronger than before.
He had only wanted to cast it lightly, but now it had ended up this powerful.
It even seemed to have a life of its own.
Looking at the enormous Crimson Bands surrounding them, Strange could not help asking in wonder, "Master Mordo, is this normal?"
"Can the Crimson Bands really be controlled like this?"
Although Wang Yang was no longer an apprentice, this was still far too outrageous.
Although Strange suffered a blow every time, this one hit particularly hard.
Mordo, too, was shocked, and felt even more helpless.
He felt as though Wang Yang simply did not want to let him teach Strange properly.
It seemed that every time he asked Wang Yang to cast a spell, something this unusual happened.
But he was a Master of the Mystic Arts, after all, and naturally did not want to appear so ignorant and shocked in front of Strange.
"Strange, there's a difference between a beginner and an advanced sorcerer!"
"It's like the difference between an intern and a specialist in your medical field!"
"You've only just started learning, so naturally, you can't rush