Kryptonian: Man of Steel

Wanda, the witch with the power of chaos, seemed to be transformed into thousands of stars on the battlefield at this moment. Each clone shone with a unique light. They were fragments of her power and the crystallization of her wisdom.

Not only do these clones have different shapes, but each one possesses part of Wanda's magical abilities. They are either light and elegant, like the brightest star in the night sky; or they are heavy and majestic, as frightening as ancient behemoths.

They shuttled flexibly on the battlefield and cooperated with each other seamlessly, forming dazzling magic arrays that distracted Dormammu's attention to the extreme.

Dormammu, the master of the dark dimension, has been accustomed to controlling everything since his birth. Everything in his territory must follow his will.

However, Wanda's appearance, like a sudden meteorite, broke the tranquility of this dark world.

Dormammu was shocked to find that he could not accurately capture Wanda's true body. Those clones seemed to have independent consciousness and could predict his every move and evade it in advance, making every one of his attacks fail.

"This is impossible!"

Dormammu's roar echoed in the dark dimension, his voice filled with disbelief and anger.

In this world shaped by his own hands, he should have been an omnipotent existence, but now, he is like a traveler lost in the fog, unable to find the way forward.

Wanda's clones continued their dance, and each change of position was accompanied by a burst of gorgeous magical light. Those lights were either warm like spring sunshine, or cold like polar glaciers. They were intertwined to form moving pictures. The soul-stirring scene also weaves a fatal trap for Dormammu.

Chaos magic, this kind of power that can touch the essence of the universe, is not just a simple release of energy, but a terrifying force that can fundamentally change the rules of reality.

Although Wanda's flame looks like an ordinary flame, in fact, it is a flame that can reshape the foundation of all things. Anyone who comes into contact with it will be deprived of its original form and attributes in an instant, and will be transformed into chaos. Devoured by power.

Therefore, when she releases this power in the form of fire, the fire does not simply burn, but distorts and reshapes the surrounding space, time, and even existence itself.

This power is like an invisible virus. Once infected, it will spread rapidly in the opponent's body, eroding the source of his power until it is completely swallowed.

Dormammu's dark power appears fragile in front of this fire of chaos. They burn quickly like ignited firewood and eventually turn into nothingness.

Seeing his territory being eroded little by little, Dormammu's heart was filled with fear and unwillingness.

Dormammu was horrified to find that with Wanda's attack, the rules of the dark dimension began to collapse, like dominoes, falling one after another.

Those areas that were once under his firm control have now become unclear, and the information that he once knew well has become full of unknowns and variables.

He felt that his power was constantly draining away, as if he was being gradually drained by some invisible force. This feeling made him both frightened and angry.

The boundaries of the dark dimension begin to blur, the chain of rules breaks, and the entire dimension seems to be held by an invisible hand.

"Asshole! What the hell is going on?"

There was a huge wave in Dormammu's heart. He could not accept that he was being played like this by a mortal in his own territory.

He tried to use his remaining power to repair the broken rules, but found that it was all in vain.

The rules of the dark dimension are like a broken mirror that can never be restored to its original appearance, and his own power continues to weaken as the rules collapse.

"how so?"

A flash of despair flashed in Dormammu's eyes, and he realized that if he continued like this, he would not only lose control of the dark dimension, but even his own existence might be erased.

This unprecedented sense of crisis aroused the madness and hatred deep in his heart.

He vowed to destroy Wanda and Strange completely, no matter what the cost, and let their souls suffer forever in the fire of darkness.

Therefore, Dormammu made a bold decision. He decided to sacrifice part of the power of the dark dimension in exchange for a one-shot kill on Wanda.

Under his control, the originally vast dark dimension began to shrink sharply, like a black hole about to explode, absorbing all the surrounding energy.

This energy gathered into a terrifying torrent and turned into a deep black sea, rushing towards Wanda from all directions. Every drop of sea water contained enough power to destroy the stars.

The black sea contained all of Dormammu's anger and despair. He wanted to use this power to completely submerge Wanda and let her fire of chaos be extinguished in the darkness forever.

"Come on, Dormammu!"

Wanda's voice echoed in the darkness, full of power and confidence.

"Let's see if your darkness can swallow everything, or if my chaos can change everything!"

As soon as the two sides came into contact, Wanda's power of chaos defeated the Black Sea like a tree.

Once you touch it, your power is no longer yours!

Dormammu found that his own power was being eroded by the fire of Chaos.

The dark power that originally belonged to him has now become the fuel for Wanda's Chaos Fire, constantly providing her with powerful energy support.

"What kind of power is this?"

Strange was stunned. He had thought that Chaos Magic was terrible, but he never thought that Chaos Magic was so terrible that it could hang Dormammu up and beat him in the dark dimension.

What the hell is this if not invincible power?

He had studied at Karma Taj, so he knew the concept of dimensional demons very well. Even the Supreme Mage Ancient One might not be able to defeat Dormammu in the dark dimension.

Wanda did it.

"What a crude use of it."

A voice suddenly sounded nearby, and Strange immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

It's Luther!

"How did you get in?"

Strange said in surprise.

"The Dark Dimension didn't close the door, so of course we came in directly."

Luther said with a smile.

"...Wanda, will everything be okay?"

Strange was silent for a moment and thought it made sense, so he skipped it.

"What, do you have thoughts about Wanda?"

Luther asked.

"How is that possible? Wanda is still old enough to be my daughter."

Strange said helplessly, because he was doubting his own aesthetics.

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

Luther said.