At this moment, Dormammu felt that his physical body was in tatters, and the anger in his heart swelled.
If he hadn't been relying purely on his spirit to sustain himself, his body would have collapsed, and even his bones would have fallen off.
It could be said that what he now possessed was a corpse, a tattered skeleton.
And if he hadn't been worried that his spiritual body would be rejected by the Earth after leaving this corpse, he would have chosen to leave long ago.
Despite this, he still felt the Earth's rejection of him growing stronger.
This was due to the top defensive magic circle that Kamar-Taj had built on Earth, with the three major temples as its core for thousands of years, covering the entire planet.
It was also a key factor in preventing dimensional demons from invading Earth.
Originally, it was better to have a physical body to shield him, but now...
At this moment, Lockhart's heart skipped a beat when he saw the cold, angry eyes of Dormammu.
His body was just bones, but he was still alive. Truly worthy of being a dimensional demon god.
Looking at Dormammu's attitude, Lockhart silently took out another venom bomb and threw it at Dormammu while the anti-magic effect was still active.
"Ant," Dormammu muttered as he saw the venom bomb coming toward him. He quickly dodged before finishing his curse.
The previous venom bomb had nearly destroyed most of his body, and another one would definitely finish the job.
At this time, Lockhart looked at the magic jammer on the side and sighed helplessly.
Most of the materials for the magic jammer had been made from the remaining Uru metal from the Destroyer Armor. Some of its internal components were also made of extremely precious and strong magic metals.
This was why the jammer had such an obvious effect, forming a realm of anti-magic.
But the result was clear now. Lockhart watched as the originally cold silvery-white surface of the magic disruptor turned fiery red.
Indeed.
Zhi! Zhi! Zhi!
Accompanied by the sound of malfunctioning, Lockhart felt the chaotic magic within his body return to normal.
The moment his magic stabilized, Lockhart looked at the half-crippled Dormammu and waved his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
In an instant, a green light shot toward Dormammu.
Dormammu frowned slightly at the soul attack of the killing curse. Normally, he wouldn't have even needed to dodge this.
Unfortunately, most of his body was destroyed and could only be controlled by his mental power.
With a thought, a large amount of dark magic surged out, forming a magic wall of pure dark power in front of him.
Boom!
The killing curse struck the magic wall, causing a slight ripple before the wall returned to its previous state.
The next moment, one magic wall after another gradually emerged around Dormammu, or rather, the dragon bone.
Click! Click! Click!
Several magic walls materialized and formed a magic fortress, surrounding him and the dragon bone.
Although the walls were made purely of dark power, their surfaces appeared crystal clear, like glass.
Dormammu, inside the magic fortress, looked coldly at Lockhart and the others, especially Lockhart, who had thrown the venom bomb. Murderous intent surged in his eyes.
He immediately turned back to the dragon bone, continuing to absorb its power.
The ceremony had been broken, and now it needed to be restarted. If he delayed any longer, he feared missing this rare opportunity.
Now was not the time to waste on the ant.
Dormammu's glance made Lockhart's heart skip a beat, but he also felt helpless.
He didn't want to provoke Dormammu, but the situation had escalated to this point.
With his thoughts racing, Lockhart looked at the solid black wall in front of him and called out to the basilisk.
Roar!
The basilisk roared angrily, swinging its huge tail, and struck the magic wall hard.
Boom!
With a roar, the snake's tail slammed into the wall, creating dense cracks.
But the next moment, the cracks quickly repaired themselves as dark magic flowed in to reinforce the wall.
Kaecilius and Morin, seeing this, focused on Dormammu, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the dragon bone.
The two stood together, holding their sling rings, and slowly traced a complex rune.
Soon, a large number of red flame-spears appeared mid-air, shooting toward the magic wall with a continuous banging sound.
Meanwhile, Elektra, following Lockhart's call, gathered a large amount of Black Sky's power behind her, forming the shape of a black panther.
A large amount of Black Sky's power condensed in the black panther's mouth, forming a dark ball of energy.
Boom!
The dark energy shot toward the magic wall with a roar.
Lockhart, floating mid-air, was surrounded by blue fireballs and, like the others, shot them toward the magic wall.
Whoosh! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Red flame-spears, dark energy balls, and blue fire hit the magic wall one after another.
Meanwhile, the basilisk swung its tail violently, striking the magic wall.
Visible to the naked eye, a large number of cracks appeared on the magic wall.
Although the cracks were healing, the damage was happening faster than the repair.
Soon...
Boom! ! !
With a roar, the magic wall exploded.
At the moment of the explosion, the basilisk took the opportunity to swing its tail, aiming to hit Dormammu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
But just as the basilisk was about to land the strike, a black mist enveloped Dormammu.
The next moment...
Boom!
With a loud noise, the ground where Dormammu had been sitting cross-legged was smashed to pieces by the basilisk's giant tail, cracks spreading across the surrounding ground.
However, Dormammu had disappeared, replaced by a black mist that appeared in mid-air.
As the fog dissipated, Dormammu floated in mid-air with his tattered body and said coldly:
"You ants don't appreciate the chance to survive. It seems that death is your only destination."
As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of dark blades appeared in front of Dormammu and shot toward Lockhart, the basilisk, and the others.
"Stay back!" Lockhart called to the basilisk, ordering it to shrink its body and prepare for defense.
He then waved his wand, creating a shield in front of him to block the incoming dark blades.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Lockhart, Kaecilius, Morin, and Elektra all used their own defensive methods to block the attack, producing a series of loud thuds.
Only the basilisk could rely on its strong body to withstand a large number of dark blades.
Roar!
The basilisk howled in pain. Although its scales had strong magical resistance, the caster was Dormammu, the demon god of the Dark Dimension.
In an instant, bloody scars emerged all over the basilisk's body.
Immediately afterward, the wounds began to turn black—a sign of dark magic erosion.
Roar!
The dark erosion brought immense pain, causing the basilisk to roar again.
Then it tried to shrink its body as much as possible, following its master's instructions.
Lockhart quickly rushed to the basilisk. At the same time, he waved his wand, summoning blue fireballs that shot toward Dormammu, who floated in the air.
Dormammu, seeing the blue fireballs, was curious. It was the first time he had seen such magic, and it felt strange to him.
But with a thought, a large black mist engulfed the fire, seemingly attempting to suppress it entirely.
However, the fire passed through the black mist. Though suppressed and reduced by half, it still hit Dormammu.
Whoosh!
With a cry, the fierce blue fire touched Dormammu's body.
As if stimulated, the fire expanded rapidly, burning Dormammu's body at an extremely fast rate.
This surprised Lockhart, who had just secured the basilisk, and he felt a glimmer of joy.
Dormammu is finally dead this time.
However...
A cold voice echoed throughout the hall.
"I didn't expect you, a bunch of ants, to do this. In that case, you will be my temporary body."
"Dark Illusion!"
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