Strange tried to take control, concentrating his Mental Power.
His hands moved as he focused his Mental Power, trying his hardest to twist the objects or buildings under his control.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, even with sweat beading on his forehead and his mind strained to the limit, the building he wanted to change remained unchanged.
After a while, he could not help feeling discouraged.
Clearly, Strange still needed training before he could master it.
"Master Mordo, I find it really difficult to control. Can I really do what Master Wang Yang did?"
What Wang Yang had done looked simple, almost effortless, but Strange felt as though this space were a mountain pressing down on him, leaving him unable to breathe, let alone control it.
Yet when Wang Yang had controlled it earlier, not only the ground but even the sky and the surrounding buildings had changed, as though the entire world were transforming.
The gap was anything but small.
A smile appeared on Mordo's face.
Wang Yang's control over the surrounding space had given him quite a shock.
He had deliberately tried to keep Wang Yang from controlling it, yet Wang Yang had faced no restrictions at all. He had even seemed to wrest control away from him.
Fortunately, Strange was a little more normal and had not been able to control it immediately.
That kept him from losing all dignity as a Master of the Mystic Arts. If Strange could control it easily too, all his years would have been a complete waste.
Wang Yang was different, of course. He practically had everything under his control.
Such a thing could never happen in the hands of an ordinary sorcerer.
Even Kaecilius, hailed as the greatest sorcerer beneath the Sorcerer Supreme, was no exception.
His control