"Sorcerer Wang Yang is dead?"
Grief and outrage filled Mordo's heart. As he watched more and more spatial rifts appear, his emotions were incredibly complicated.
Although Wang Yang's immense talent often dealt blows to his confidence, he still did not want him to die like this.
Inside the Mirror Dimension, the ordinary Dark Elves had already been reduced to scattered ashes the instant the explosion erupted.
Only Algrim and Malekith were still holding on.
But clearly, even they could not hold out much longer.
After more than ten minutes, everything gradually settled.
Mordo and Strange looked at the scene before them.
Their feelings were incredibly complicated.
A tremendously gifted mage had fallen protecting Kamar-Taj. He was the finest mage.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
Mordo gritted his teeth. Although Wang Yang might already be dead, they could not let everything he had sacrificed go to waste.
Looking at the space before him as it gradually recovered, Strange nodded firmly. Clearly, the explosion inside had stopped as well.
Then Mordo opened a Portal, and the two entered the Mirror Dimension one after the other.
The Kamar-Taj inside the Mirror Dimension had long since been reduced to ruins. Broken walls littered the ground, which was covered in gray dust.
Even Malekith, a once incomparably powerful Dark Elf, had been reduced to a skeleton. Everything around them was steeped in an eerie stillness.
The king of the Dark Elves had died here, just like that.
As Strange looked at the scene before him, he recalled the last spell Wang Yang had cast. It was utterly terrifying.
Had he been inside as well, he would probably have died too.
Could a human really wield such terrifying power, such terrifying magic?
"Sorcerer Wang Yang..."
Mordo had also seen the scene. Shock filled