Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 963: The power of the underworld

In Dormammu's dictionary, the word negotiation does not exist at all.

As the only master of the dark dimension, he controls everything here and is the undisputed supreme existence.

Time, space, matter, spirit, element, reality, illusion, etc., are all within his thoughts. In other words, he is omnipotent here, and he is God in the dark dimension.

How can you lower your head and compromise when you have an absolute advantage in your own home court?

Even if the supreme mage, Gu Yi, is only relying on the power of Emperor Weishan and relying on the three major magic temples he built, he can barely compete with him. Can crush the ancient one.

"Let me teach you."

On the face of Dormammu's flames condensed, there was a hideous look: "How big is the gap between a lord like you who controls a pocket universe, and a lord like me who devours countless dimensions!" /

When he fought earlier, he was aware of that sudden power.

It was the energy that was forcibly extracted from a pocket universe, but it was vastly different from Him in both quantity and quality.

There are countless lords in the multiverse who control the pocket universe like this.

But He, the Dark Lord Dormammu, devoured countless dimensions and infinitely approached the multiverse-level powerhouse.

Huhuhu——!

Lorde's eyes moved slightly, sensing the riot of dimension.

I saw that, in the depths of the bizarre dark universe, bursts of furious waves suddenly surged.

Visible to the naked eye, the ripples are cascading and turbulent. This is coming from afar. The black robes around Dormammu are bulging. There is a touch of sarcasm and ridicule in the face of the magical flame, as if looking at and mocking him. of self-control.

"The miraculous magic in your eyes, to me, is nothing more than a random wave."

Dormammu recklessly extracted, the huge and boundless magic power in the dark dimension, the power of destruction and evil that pervaded wantonly, and a sense of unprovoked heavy pressure erupted: "But I prefer... to use the simplest way!”

The demon gods who have reached his level are already disdainful of using magic.

Only weak wizards can use magic. For a powerful wizard like him, the torrent of magic power is the easiest and most convenient way, and it is easier for people to generate fear and despair. mood.

Rumble...

The pitch-black magic torrent is so large that it covers the entire star field.

There is absolutely no room for escape, and the majestic dark magic power is crushing recklessly, and thousands of virus stars are swallowed along the way. to Lorde.

"It's really exaggerated magic..."

In the face of the torrent of elements that could drown the star field, Lord still remained calm and said calmly: "If Strange and Gu Yi see it, I don't know how long I will be envious."

Based on the magic power level of the current torrent, intuitively converted, it is probably equivalent to the sum of hundreds of millions of Doctor Strange.

If measured by magic, it is enough to make Doctor Strange's time magic cover the entire earth and reverse it for more than 24 hours.

"Sorry... Dormammu."

Lord grinned, pointed the blade diagonally forward, and said, "What I'm most afraid of is the trick of winning by numbers."

The next moment, a torrent of dark elements rushed forward, drowning Lord's location.

The violent elemental vibration erupted in a silent explosion, causing the space within the light-year count range to collapse like a mud swamp.

The terrifying effects of the turbulent turbulence continue, and the twisted darkness is chaotically changing, and the scene ahead is fragmented.

"This is the end of provoking me!"

Dormammu has no doubt that the arrogant dimensional lord has been buried in the torrent of darkness, and immediately turned his attention to the earth: "Next, it's time to devour the new world."

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry."

Suddenly, a frivolous voice came from the collapsed void engulfed by the dark torrent.

"Huh? It's not dead yet?" Dormammu paused slightly, looking back with surprise in his eyes, as if he wanted to confirm.

"Born with auspicious omen of slaughter, respect for darkness and farewell to old age - Hungry Corridor!"

The indifferent voice without any emotion suddenly pierced the surging dark torrent, and rushed out with the roaring sea of ​​spiritual power.

Crack Crack! Crack Crack! Crack Crack!

Suddenly, a series of dense chewing sounds came from the dark torrent, making people shudder.

"The energy...disappeared?"

Dormammu's face was dignified, and he stared at the dark realm.

He perceives that in the deepest area of ​​the torrent, there seems to be a special power, as if the hungry ghost crawling out of **** is madly devouring dark energy.

The next moment, the dark torrent suddenly shattered.

I saw that emerging from the dark realm was a huge jaw with a radius of thousands of kilometers, as unfathomable as an abyss.

It was the giant jaw that devoured the torrent of darkness. It seemed like it would never be satisfied. It devoured the dark energy endlessly. Through the abyss-like mouth, only a dark depth could be seen.

"Sorry, it seems to be starving for the first time."

Lord slowly walked out from the side of the giant jaw, reached out and stroked it gently, and smiled: "But since you have so much energy, it shouldn't matter if you give it a little bit?"

"What the **** is this?!"

Dormammu's face was gloomy and uncertain, and the magic flame shook violently, which seemed to reflect his shocked heart.

"It's not a ghost~ It's called Hungry Corridor."

Lord raised the knife in his hand and grinned: "It is the knife in my hand, you can also understand it as my ability."

"A creature that devours dimensional energy?" Dormammu quickly recovered his calm after the initial shock, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "You don't really think that you rely on this kind of thing~IndoMTL.com~ You can beat me!"

"No, I didn't think so."

Lord shook his head with a smile. He was not so naive. He thought he could defeat Dormammu by swallowing some energy.

Really speaking, the dimensional energy consumed by Dormammu is far greater than that of the Hungry Music Corridor.

If the energy of the dark dimension is compared to the sea, then the Hungry Music Corridor is at most a water pump. Even if the Hungry Music Corridor is suffocated to death, the energy swallowed will not make Dormam feel distressed.

"So, game time is over."

Lord stepped on the dark torrent, walked slowly towards Dormammu, put one hand on his cheek, his icy voice echoed with an echo, revealing an unspeakable evil: "The next is the real battle, get ready. Is it?"

Then, the palm condensed the black spiritual pressure and pulled down suddenly.

Swoosh!

A white bone mask covers his cheeks impressively.

The long and narrow mask, like the skull of a goat, is dyed with a pale white color similar to ashes, mixed with dark tear-like patterns. What is even more strange is that the left half of the mask is like a demon grinning, while the right half is like an angel pitying all beings. .

Majesty and evil, holy and depraved.

Two completely different feelings, intertwined with each other, have shaped this mask full of discord.

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