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Himalayas

The connection between the two worlds was severed, and Dormammu, caught between them, was also cut off by the magic circle.

"Ah!"

Dormammu's scream echoed as his image dissolved into faint purple light, scattering everywhere like a headless fly, desperately hitting the walls.

At this moment, Agamotto arrived. He extended his hand, releasing magical threads to bind the purple light, wrapping it into a ball layer by layer.

The threads tightened, almost bursting the ball, but then the purple light erupted, breaking free and forming into a human shape that resembled Dormammu.

"Damn insect!" This clone of Dormammu, both frightened and furious, formed a large purple light spike, part of which shot out immediately.

Forseti's holy light shield blocked the incoming spikes. The golden and purple lights intertwined, the spikes exploded, and the shield cracked.

Forseti sighed in relief. This Dormammu clone, cut off by the magic circle, was weaker than before. He and Agamotto could handle it.

Moreover, they were in the Supreme Sanctuary, with many allies nearby.

During the fight, a team of mages rushed over.

Agamotto waved a magic whip, pulling Cagliostro to his side. "I'll deal with you later!" He glared at Cagliostro, then handed him to a mage. "You can't help much here. Protect the sanctuary and the magic circle. Forseti and I will handle this."

"Yes," the mages said, leaving.

Only Dormammu's clone, Forseti, and Agamotto remained.

Forseti swung his sword, sending the Sword of Judgment flying at Dormammu. The light spikes beside Dormammu condensed into an energy barrier, absorbing the impact. The barrier weakened under Agamotto's golden-red lightning.

Taking advantage, Forseti charged forward with the Sword of Rivendell, its blade glowing with holy light. "Sword of Justice!"

He roared, piercing the barrier. Dormammu's body blurred, avoiding the sword by a hair.

Blinding Light!

As a seventh-level item evaluated by the Holy Deed, the Sword of Rivendell was highly compatible with holy light energy, causing a blinding light to bloom directly from the sword.

"Ah!"

Dormammu was caught off guard, retreating in pain with faint smoke rising from his body.

Though his vision was unaffected, Dormammu's perception allowed him to sense the outside world. As he retreated, Agamotto's magic whip struck his chest, leaving a scorch mark.

Dormammu blurred again, escaping the whip. But Forseti's next strike came quickly. "Stupid mortal, even if you kill me, my true body will crush you all!"

"You seem to plan on crushing us," Forseti said, swinging the Sword of Rivendell. "So, we might as well earn a little by killing your clone."

Dormammu's hand was grazed by the sword, and a burst of holy light destroyed one of his arms. "Damn, what kind of power is this?" he muttered, his arm regenerating but his body shrinking slightly.

Dormammu dodged another strike from Forseti, only to be hit by Agamotto's magic whip again. He was almost entangled.

Weakened and fearful of the holy light, Dormammu knew he was no match for Forseti and Agamotto. He made a decision, turning into a purple light ball and lashing out at Forseti.

Forseti's heart skipped a beat. The shield of light blocked the ball but was penetrated. With no choice, he summoned the Holy Shield.

The rune holy light enveloped Forseti. Dormammu's light ball hit the shield but couldn't penetrate, knocking it away instead.

"What!" Dormammu was shocked.

Forseti grabbed the ball of light, pouring holy light into it. Dormammu screamed in pain as the ball flickered, exuding a destructive aura.

"Throw it away!" Agamotto opened a small portal. Forseti threw the ball into it like a basketball.

Agamotto closed the portal, but a dazzling white light appeared, burning a nearby chair to ashes.

"Boom!"

Minutes later, an earth-shattering explosion reached Forseti and Agamotto, shaking the ground. They emerged from the sanctuary to see a massive mushroom cloud rising from the mountains to the west.

"Call."

Surprised, they sighed in relief.

"What was that?" other mages asked, shocked.

"Dormammu. He looks pretty good now," Cagliostro said, gazing at the mushroom cloud.

"Humph!" Agamotto's face darkened. He placed his hand on Cagliostro's forehead, flashing a few runes between his fingers.

Before Cagliostro could react, Agamotto cast another spell, opening a portal and throwing him in.

"Your mana is sealed. Repent there."

"No, teacher!" Cagliostro exclaimed as he was thrown into the cold snow. "Where is this place?"

"Himalayas."

As the portal closed, Cagliostro found himself alone in the snow.