Scarlet eyes glared at Michael for a moment with a gaze filled with hatred and rage, and then began to move upwards. The position of the whole face is raised, and the huge, pitch-black body is like a mountain rising from the ground and growing taller, reminiscent of the Atlas of the sky, standing tall in the sky.

The black asteroid that Michael is standing on is only slightly larger than the black giant's fist, and the aura is like the top of Mount Tai, and ordinary people are afraid that their brains will be frozen just by standing here.

The light in the eyes of the evil god suddenly froze, and he deliberately released a majestic aura. It was as if the air pressure in the space had plummeted, and the cold darkness had hit the face, and the oppression from the gods seemed to have added a hundredfold gravity to the space.

But Michael was unmoved. The black gold armor stood in place, like a steel statue cast on the ground.

"You dare to intrude into my realm." Dormammu opened his mouth in the unique bass of the boss, and the loud voice shook the ground under Michael's feet trembled slightly, "The mage who doesn't know the height of the sky, you are here to die!" ”

"Actually, I'm here to make good on my promise." Michael said, "I said before that if you dare to come to Earth, I will kick your ugly face back to the lair." So now, here I am. ”

"Arrogance!"

Dormammu roared and raised his fist high. His fist was enveloped in a thick fog that was hard to see, but from the outline it looked like a black meteorite. He landed with a punch, causing the darkness of the space to tremble.

For his size, his punches are incredibly fast, even counterintuitive. But in this dimension, Dormammu wields absolute power, and he can distort any law at will, even space itself is his weapon.

Michael pushes a flameblast behind his back, and his armor's speed ability activates, rendering him out of the asteroid in time for a regressive afterimage. The god's fist slammed down on the asteroid's surface, cracks spreading through its body at an astonishing speed, and the orb burst open like a shattered eggshell. A cloud of pitch-black energy burst from its core, and rubble flew in all directions.

Michael unleashed red spell rings in each palm, diverting all the energy from the asteroid's inner core.

Dormammu let out a strange scream, his huge mouth opened, and a purple blast came like a jet of water shot from a high-pressure water gun, only a hundred times thicker than that. Michael's hands were sealed, palms were handed forward, and the impenetrable shield "Seraphim's Shield" opened, tenaciously blocking the surging flow of light. Dormammu's mouth continued to output, and the infinite dark power violently slammed into the shield, and the golden shield emitted a slight beep, and it seemed that it had a tendency to be unsupportable.

But it has bought enough time. Michael's tail flame erupted from his back, and he was tall, avoiding the ray's path before Dormammu shattered his shield. He raised his palms high, and the Dao Dark Cyclone was drawn out of the fog in all directions, like iron filings attracted by a magnet. They swirled like air currents along a whirlpool, eventually pouring into Michael's palm. Michael's palm flipped over, and the pulsed light cannon was released, carrying a vast and compelling dark mana. Dormammu's large face was struck by the beam, and his swarthy cheek was shattered like glass, but then it was back to normal.

The Dark Giant glared at Michael in shock and anger, "You actually stole my power to deal with me?" ”

Michael ignored it and raised his palms flat. The dark cyclone was drawn from his surroundings and sucked into his palm, once again bursting with the pulse cannon.

In the past, when Michael faced a great enemy, he would often use forbidden spells modified by himself to draw magic from various spaces to avoid the cost of casting spells. And now that he is in the dark dimension, the inexhaustible magic power around him is at his fingertips, so he naturally wants to use it. The power of the Dark Magic Pulse Cannon with the blessing of almost unlimited dark magic is unprecedented, but of course it is not without risk. Only by maintaining absolute firmness of will can we harness the darkness and not be swallowed up by it in turn.

This time, the two black magic pulse cannons hit Dormammu in front of him, but they ran into an obstacle, and a cloud of mist engulfed the two shock beams and stopped moving. A few seconds later, the colored pillar of light broke through the fog as if a massive steel knife slashed out. Michael's thruster thrust upwards in time, and his body plummeted to avoid the past. Colored beams of light swept over his head, piercing seven or eight asteroids along the way, shooting into the depths of darkness in a mighty way, stirring up a low thunderclap.

Michael sped down and his hands were sealed, while he shuttled between asteroids and their connected pathways with the light and agile mobility of his armor. The dark forces that pervade this dimension continue to form spikes or meteorites at Dormammu's will, but he skillfully dodges them with the help of cover.

He pierced through the asteroid swarm and completed an intricate seal, his right palm on top and his left palm on the bottom, and his hands slapped towards Dormammu in the air. The golden light suddenly pierced through the darkness, like several golden pythons churning in the thunderclouds. Dazzling golden lightning rumbled at the black giant, and the part of Dormammu's body that had been hit briefly turned into a cloud of smoke and quickly recovered. But he still seemed to be hurt by this, and roared in even more irritation, and the various dark manifestations slammed in with more violent, but they were either missed or shot down by Michael wielding a magic weapon.

Dormammu raised his huge palm, like a palm that covered the sky and the sun, and slapped it down. Although this shot did not actually hit anything, it was as if some kind of irresistible command was given through this action. The invisible pressure fell with the thunder of his palm, and a large area of planets suspended in space was crushed and shattered, bursting one after another. Debris and smoke mingled to form an infinite gaseous curtain wall, like a billowing thundercloud pressing down.

This looks a bit like an ultimate. Michael did not slack off, and immediately sacrificed a high-level spell of all-round defense, the Seraph's Shield Defense, and the holy and transparent ball of light protected him in the middle, successfully blocking the impact of that layer of black clouds. But Dormammu's attack was not over, the giant's mouth opened, and a purple tornado erupted from his mouth, slamming head-on into the surface of the Seraph's ball of light. A crack immediately appeared on the surface of the protective layer, and the ball was shot far away by the optical current, straight into an asteroid far away. The planet shattered the moment it hit it, and the purple shock ripples spread one after another, and even the flying planet fragments were crushed into powder in the ripples, and nothing survived there.

But Dormammu didn't have the joy of finally crushing the bedbug. His eyes narrowed, and the expression on his abstract face seemed to become more solemn.

Debris splattered and smoke cleared. It was true that the Seraphic Orb of Light had indeed been shattered by his blow, but the black gold armor was still hanging in the darkness. There was an extra layer of dark green barrier in front of him, and he held a golden magic weapon in his hand, which looked a bit like an eye. The eyes had opened, revealing sparkling green eyeballs, releasing a thousand feet of green light.

Eye of Agomoto, the Primogem of Time.