The explosion of dark magic reached its maximum, and the tsunami-like impact nearly wiped everything out. Five or six buildings centered on Victor vondum were blown to the ground, as if a whole bomber formation had just flown over.

The smoke screen dissipated, the black-gold armor hung in the air more than ten meters above the ground, and the road under his feet had already been blown through, and even the underground pipeline system was blown clean. He dodged the main blast just in time, and his armor was only scratched to the aftermath.

"Great progress, Victor." Michael looked at the shocking scene that was blown up below, looked up at Doom again, and said lightly, "Sure enough, you should have been born a dark magician." ”

Even with the dark power that Dormammum gave him, it was almost impossible to inflict such a powerful destructive power, which was long beyond the level of strength that a mere Dormammu's divine envoy should have. But just like Doom said before, Dormammu gave him access to the power of the dark dimension, and then all these powerful magic powers were snatched by Doom through his own strong inhuman willpower.

Just now, Doom's desire to become stronger and surpass Michael reached an unprecedented peak, and this desperate desire further unleashed his potential, allowing him to snatch such a huge amount of magic from the dark dimension in an instant. In addition, his natural wizard bloodline is already very compatible with black magic, and his magic comprehension is extremely high, and he can operate the magic power of his own domain without guidance, so he can burst out with such a powerful power.

Doom should be one of the best magicians on the planet right now.

However, it was very unlucky for him, and it was still not enough for the enemy he was facing.

Doom hissed and roared, almost red-eyed. The majestic magic gave him strength, but it also took a huge burden on him, and the ensuing darkness continued to eat away at his brain, making his mind more and more blurred. He spread his arms out, and another round of offensive was brewing. He raised his hand like a king who rules nature with a gesture of command, and the air currents in the space condensed with his command. The air currents turned into sharp blades, and the visible darkness pulled them like a hurricane.

The black-and-white mages who were fighting endlessly over there were also swept by the indiscriminate flow of dark air, and they had to be forced to temporarily put down the opponents in front of them and cast defensive spells to resist.

If judged by the wind level, then the level of this magic storm is at least a strong typhoon of more than 14 in the local area! Compared to the battle situation of the immortals fighting here, the group fight of the two mages over there looked like two gangs of thugs fighting in the street.

Doom handed his palms forward, and the pitch-black cyclone was launched! It was as if the powerful wind force was all compressed into the palms of steel, and shot out like a "turtle school qigong". It let out a manic cheer and swept along the bombed-out pavement to the end of the street, aiming for the unreachable horizon.

But it failed to hit its intended target. The remnants of black gold flashed out like a ghost, and fire erupted from behind him, and his figure cut out at an incredible speed, sticking to Doom's side at a speed close to teleportation, close enough to whisper in his ear.

Doom's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his arm to block without thinking. The vibranium armor-wrapped leg was drawn like an iron whip in the air, carrying fifty tons of horsepower and suffocating magic at the same time. The leg slammed into Doom's arm, knocking his gauntlets into a dent and tumbling out like a soccer ball that had been volleyed over the field.

Doom was amazed. Such a fast burst speed could never be the power provided by the thrusters, and no propulsion system could have exploded with such a strong thrust in such an instant. So it's a spell, it's not like it, although his magic attainment is too far worse than Michael's, but at least he can recognize it when he encounters a high-level spell.

So this speed...... Is it an Inhuman superpower?

What he expected was good. Dom helped Michael a lot in his project to simulate Inhuman's abilities, and he successfully copied most of Inhuman's superpowers with a mechanical system powered by Terrigan Crystal Energy, but in the end, he failed to solve the problem of incompatibility between the different abilities. In short, a set of armor can only carry one Inhuman ability at most.

But obviously, Michael then solved the problem himself. He modified the structure of the armor and modified the endoskeleton into a flexible and deformable structure. As soon as he invokes the corresponding Inhuman, the endoskeleton structure automatically deforms according to his pre-programmed abilities and fine-tuns internally to switch between abilities.

His armor can now have up to three different abilities at once, and Super Speed is one of them.

Doom rolled on his side, his footsteps stomped on the ground like a stake that had been driven into the ground, and his heels ploughed more than two meters on the ground before coming to a halt. Behind him there was a burst of fire, his body bursting out, and he rushed forward again with full power. The moment he stepped off the ground, the soles of his feet seemed to burst out with black electricity, and the fire from the thrusters on the back of his armor was mixed with a dark cyclone, as if the magic had even filled his armor itself.

Doom let out a loud roar, but this time even the roar was distorted. He didn't seem to notice, but it wasn't his voice anymore. The darkness that overflowed his body loomed behind him into the silhouette of a tall giant, vague but towering to the sky. The giant unleashed a massive punch along with Doom.

As soon as the punch fell, the momentum was like an intercontinental missile falling from the sky, and half of the street was blown away with a booming sound.

But the punch didn't hit directly, and Michael dodged the punch with a sideways turn. Doom's eyes lit up, his body swirled, and his elbow hammer hit him in the side of the face. Michael raised his hand and took the elbow firmly in his palm. The magic power of his palm was released, and it collided violently with Doom's surging dark mana, and the moment the two hands and elbows touched, they stuck to each other as if they had been coated with glue. The black and white circles erupted in a circular shape from its point of contact, and the ground slammed downward.

Doom's thunderous magic erupted through his elbows, but they were all like stones sinking into the sea without the slightest response. He gritted his teeth, his movements changed, his left elbow shook off the opponent's palm, his right hand clenched his fist and was about to come out, but when he turned his head, he saw the opponent's five fingers open, and his palm was aimed at the door in front of him.

The blue beam of light spewed out at zero distance, and a pulse cannon mixed with Terrigen Energy and Pang Li hit the door in the middle of the door, and involuntarily blasted Doom away. Doom rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and had barely half gotten up when the domineering shock cannon had already hit his side again. He was pushed out by a transparent shock wave, and was pushed all the way to the ground for more than twenty meters, until he was shot into the ground floor of a crumbling building in the distance. The building, which was already on the verge of collapse, collapsed in the impact of the earthquake, and with a heavy roar, it was swallowed up by the yellow dust until the entire building was crushed against Doom.