Mordo already ranked among the more powerful Masters of the Mystic Arts in Kamar-Taj.
Though he usually seemed unremarkable, his strength in an actual fight was still immense.
Even Malekith could do nothing against him for the moment.
"Strange, be careful. These Dark Elves are powerful!"
Before Mordo could say more, Malekith's subordinates charged straight at Strange, and everyone began fighting on the training grounds.
One was the strongest Master of the Mystic Arts under the Sorcerer Supreme; the other was the future Doctor Strange.
Leaving Mordo aside, under Wang Yang and Mordo's instruction, Doctor Strange had become far stronger than his counterpart in the movie.
For the moment, they managed to hold the Dark Elves there.
However.
Mordo and Strange realized these enemies were stronger than they had imagined.
Almost every attack carried powerful dark energy.
A single punch could drive them back several steps.
Even the Rings of Raggadorr in their hands began to flicker.
And that was not all. Their attacks, in turn, posed no threat whatsoever to Malekith.
It was not that Kamar-Taj's magic was inadequate, but that their power could not match Malekith's.
It was like a fight between an adult and two children. They were not on the same level.
"It seems I underestimated Kamar-Taj. But this is as far as you go!"
Malekith's voice was utterly cold as he continued, "No one can stop me from getting the Aether!"
Malekith shouted, his entire body enveloped in dark energy.
He threw a punch, and a dark current swept through the surrounding air.
Boom!
Mordo was sent flying by the punch, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Even so, he immediately stood up again.
Determination filled his face.
"I am a Master of the Mystic Arts of Kamar-Taj. Protecting Kamar-Taj is my duty, even if