"Chiyou Seven Limits Fifth Storm!" A swift sword, mixed with unrivaled power. The flow of the knife formed a tornado whirlwind blade, which expanded countless times under the control of Jelf, and slashed straight down at Dormammu's right arm that was grasping the ancient one.

Immediately, there was a screeching sound, a burst of gold handover, and firelight splashed. The huge arm was slashed off by Jelf and fell to the ground to overwhelm several buildings. The Ancient One mage also fell with the severing of his arm.

Purple viscous blood mixed with a few crystals gushed out and swayed down. Contact with the ground hissed like sulfuric acid, and the ground condensed into a purple-black color, accompanied by an extremely unpleasant fishy odor.

A rat hiding in the garbage heap accidentally broke into the purple-black area, convulsed and fell to the ground, turning into a white skeleton in a few moments.

Dormammu's blood is highly toxic.

Facing Dormammu, whose strength level is stronger than Odin's, Jelv didn't dare to spare his hand, and he was ruthless, and his move was the strongest as soon as he struck.

Although in order to conceal himself from being discovered by Dormammu, Jerf did not open the Eight Gates Dunjia and Immortal Mode. Even the Thunder Armor was not opened, and even the telekinesis ability was used with all its might to hide himself, and the increase was reduced by a lot. But the seven limits are the seven limits after all, and the exclusive skills of the demon god Chiyou.

Coupled with the suddenness of his appearance, Dormammu was completely unexpected, and there was no defense on his body at all. Here, Jelf has been accumulating strength in the shadows for a long time, and it is a sneak attack, relying on the sharpness of the divine knife in his hand and the horror of his moves.

It took a single stroke to make Dormammu suffer a big loss.

Although the injury was not fatal, it could greatly reduce Dormammu's combat strength.

In Dormammu's mind, there was no character on the entire earth other than the Ancient One mage who could hurt him. But he didn't expect that a freak like Jelf could not only hurt him, but also cut off one of his arms.

The most important point is that Dormammu doesn't understand very well, isn't this a mage? How to play with knives?!

"Ahh

How could he have suffered such a great loss for thousands of years? And who can hurt him?

The earth is obviously just a low-level planet. It wasn't enough for a Supreme Mage to appear thousands of years ago, why did such a character still appear?

It's not magical!

What Dormammu doesn't know is that the Earth is not the most metamorphosis now, and there will be more and more metamorphosis as time goes by. Although there are not many characters who can hang him in the later stage, there are also a lot.

It is not uncommon for a terrifying existence capable of destroying the power of the entire universe.

"Whew..."Jelf flicked the knife hard, shaking off the purple blood on the blade. His cold eyes were full of killing intent, and he looked at Dormammu coldly with a completely different look from before.

This is the original image of Jelf, everything before is a disguise, madness and evil... This is the definition of Jelf and the true portrayal of him, he never considered himself a good person.

He may occasionally show a little kindness to people, but in essence he is a complete egoist.

There was no second person around except Dormammu, and Jelf would unabashedly reveal his true colors. The king and the others were busy cleaning Dormammu's blood and searching for and rescuing the Ancient One.

Airplanes! Taking advantage of Dormammu's trance, Jelf struck again, this time aiming at Dormammu's neck. A swift and hard slash was made, but Dormammu's neck was filled with a white mark.

Jelf's eyes froze. Although this knife did not contain any tricks, he used eighty percent of his strength, and he was unable to break the defense.

At first, Jelf could have aimed at Dormammu's head, but he wasn't sure to kill him with one move. With the belief that it would be better to seriously injure his opponent than to miss the attack, Gerf chose to chop his arm.

It seems that the original choice was correct, otherwise, judging from the feeling of the knife just now, cutting the neck really can't kill Dormammu.

Unlike Jelf, Dormammu was shocked, and a cold sweat broke out from Jelf's knife.

I didn't care about the sharp pain in my shoulder, and immediately went into a defensive state. The dark realm immediately unfolded, enveloping him and Jelf together.

Everything around the realm of dark space was pitch black, without the slightest light. Everything is swallowed up by darkness.

In addition to Dormammu himself, including Jelf, who opened the Wheel of Samsara Writing Eye, could not see clearly.

It doesn't matter if you can see clearly or not, you can't just rely on your eyes to catch the enemy's movements.

The golden aura of "Circle" emanated from Jelf's body, and the perceived effect of "Circle" seemed to be greatly diminished in the dark realm of Dormammu.

The "circle" that could easily stretch for tens of miles is now not even a few hundred meters away. But it doesn't matter, the "circle" is not intended for long-range detection, but for melee combat. Besides, Jelf was not far from Dormammu, and this distance was enough for Jelf to "see" Dormammu.

Holding the Divine Purifying Demon Void in his hand, he gestured a few times at Dormammu's neck, smiled maliciously, stuck out his tongue and licked it a few times.

There was a sickly smile on his face.

A chill welled up in Dormammu's heart when he saw it.

This madman...

He can see me!

No, it can't be. In my field, only I can see.

Dormammu dispelled the fear in his heart and forced himself to compose. The dark power wrapped around his arm and silently grabbed at Jelf.

In the Dark Realm, Dormammu shields enemies from hearing and sight, while greatly increasing their own power and reducing the power of their enemies.

Losing both of your five senses in battle is equivalent to destroying most of the enemy's strength. He could only let Dormammu's attack and not be able to detect Dormammu's location at all. That's what he did when he dealt with the Ancient One.

For thousands of years, there has been no disadvantage, even against the five great creation gods.

"Thunder Armor!" Blue arcs of electricity filled the body.

He can't see me, it's trying to defend. Dormammu thought to himself.

Thunder Armor may seem like a defensive skill, but it's actually an offensive skill as well. Strengthening the body is both a defense and an attack.

"White Fang Knife Technique* Flash!" Jerph flipped his right hand, and the Divine Purifier in his hand slashed at Dormammu's hand with incredible precision.

The slight tingling sensation in his hand made Dormammu dare not linger longer, and he quickly retracted his remaining arm like a conditioned reflex.

Looking up, he was met with Jelf's slightly crazy smile again.

I'm actually smiling at him.

This madman can really see me!

Can't beat it, can't beat it.

A series of blows, coupled with the destruction of his proud abilities, gave Dormammu a sense of retreat.