Since Deathstroke knew that Faltin was not a match for Dormammu, having her perform actions like guarding the door was just for show.
Displaying the Flame Plane? It was to lure Dormammu into using his spatial ability.
Of course, Faltin herself didn't know; she still thought the plan had failed. After the Mirror Space unfolded, she launched several futile attacks on Dormammu again, looking somewhat panicked.
Su Ming didn't need to explain the full plan to her, and even Omar only knew half of it.
Although the two had guaranteed that Dormammu couldn't access their thoughts, still... never trust strangers, that's definitely one of the mercenaries' laws.
The three present Demon Gods were all Faltin People, and he was the only ordinary human; wasn't it normal to be cautious?
Moreover, once Dimensional Demon Gods start fighting, the spatial fluctuations could affect the First Dimension, but in a multi-layered Mirror Space, it effectively acts as a buffer layer.
Su Ming didn't want a curious Ancient Dominator to suddenly pop up while everyone was heatedly fighting, taking advantage of them. Isolating space was just the first step of the overall plan; it ensured not only that no one could leave, but also that outsiders couldn't enter for a short time.
Omar's task was to duel with Dormammu, creating a favorable environment. In reality, the flame elemental environment was not friendly to Su Ming; Strangulation didn't like places that were too hot.
Although it was much stronger than other symbiotes, flame abilities could still threaten Strangulation.
Except for the Fire of Faltin, her fire couldn't cook a whole sheep properly.
With another spell from Omar, the originally Netherworld-like environment transformed again, surrounded by red bricks covered in moss, and the ceiling became lower. The sound of rushing water was heard by the ear, accompanied by various foul smells.
Su Ming pulled Nightfall from the ground, floating upward with the help of his cape. He stretched his neck and suddenly disappeared from where he stood. The preparations were complete; now the environment was his most adept battlefield—sewers.
Although Omar had never seen this, he manifested the underground structure of a human city, and Dormammu immediately realized it must have been taught by Deathstroke, for sure something was suspicious.
But he was somewhat bewildered because, after sensing the environment, it was different from the Element-filled Sub-plane. This sewer only had stench and sewage, nothing else. In the soy-colored flow beside him, kitchen waste was floating too—very realistic.
Dormammu wasn't clear about what the sewers strictly restrained him from, even though the ceilings were low, and the environment was narrow, there was no elemental power here to give his opponent an advantage.
No matter the case, he didn't like Omar's manifested Mirror Space; it must change.
He immediately prepared to cast a spell again, but at this moment, a silver light cut through the darkness, creating a brilliant plane, slicing toward him out of thin air with the target being his neck.
Dormammu immediately leaned back to evade. The blade was too fast, and as the blade brushed a few wisps of black smoke from his neck, he barely managed to dodge.
After all, he was a Dimensional Demon God with a warlock background; his fighting techniques were his only weakness.
As the silver light dissipated, he saw Deathstroke's red monocular suddenly appear before him. He tried to raise his hand, but Deathstroke gave him no chance to cast again. The great sword in his hand came with a terrible sound of wind once more.
As the master of the Dark Dimension, he didn't need to evade these physical attacks.
But due to his aspiration to invade Earth, he had closely watched the Main Dimension's situation, for years, he had gathered quite an understanding of the new Supreme Mage after The Ancient One. The other Demon Gods or Lords of Hell had some intelligence.
Simply put, this person does not act without purpose.
Now the question was, when Deathstroke knew he wasn't afraid of physical damage, why was he using a great sword to slash him? Was it to chop off his head?
But for the Faltin race, bodies are void, and elemental heads aren't important either, surely something was being overlooked...
Before figuring out this critical point, he must evade the strange giant sword, or else he could easily be tricked by the sly Supreme Mage.
In Dormammu's view, all Supreme Mages are sly, deceitful, and despicable with generations being the same, in his eyes: thieves, liars, practitioners of Vishanti's teachings that say one thing but do another.
The path pursued by Emperor Vishanti is balance, the rest is similar to the other Demon Gods, they charge casting costs, seize territory across dimensions, and continually enhance their power.
Oddly enough, the Human foolish creatures are quite happy to believe Vishanti to be a Good God, ridiculous.
During the Ancient Era, only a handful of Earth's million Ancient Gods survived; Oshtur was one such. She wasn't as strong then; how did she survive such wars? Just thinking about it reveals the darkness...
Dormammu dodged to the side again, and the rapier thrust failed to pierce his neck.
Just as Dormammu planned to kick Deathstroke away, Omar and Faltin, seeing the opportunity, surrounded him, unleashing a barrage of energy beams towards Dormammu, forcing him to uphold his defenses.
Omar, imprisoned for so long, deeply understood the importance of seizing the moment, now he couldn't let Dormammu succeed in casting spells.
While Deathstroke's great sword was sharp, if Dormammu discovered it was outwardly strong but inwardly weak, he might risk having his head chopped off to unleash stronger magic again.
Mirror Space could be destructive magic, and a spatial controller can configure it to spawn spikes or energy beams from anywhere, or even form planes filled with radiation or poison gas.
Humans aren't elemental creatures, their bodies of flesh are too fragile to withstand a few moves from Dormammu.
Even if Deathstroke has the Time Gem and is deathless, the agony of experiencing death repeatedly might crush a carbon-based creature's mind. A physical body's existence affects the limits of mental strength and willpower, humans are never renowned for their mental fortitude.
If Deathstroke died and revived repeatedly, accidentally going insane, then neither he nor Faltin could handle Dormammu thereafter.
Faltin's thought was simpler; her original task was to block doors and delay time. But now, with no door, only delay remained, Deathstroke gained a moment of suppressive advantage, naturally, she had to assist.
"Omar, grab his hand!"
Deathstroke shouted at Omar while swinging a sword, which was three times faster than before. In an instant, like a splendid galaxy displayed before everyone, with a magnificent aura, it aimed towards Dormammu... his burning crown on his head!
This clear maneuver caused Dormammu's eyes to open wide with black fire spewing from them in realization...