Seeing Luke's smile, which carried an inscrutable meaning, Mordo felt utterly bewildered.
How could Luke understand the Mirror Dimension?
This was high-level magic that only the Sorcerer Supreme could fully master. While inside it, one was like a dimensional god, able to control everything!
"Senior Brother, since he refuses to surrender and even dares to resist, there's no need for us to be polite anymore."
"Let him see what true magic really is!"
Fanaticism flashed in Kaecilius's eyes. The current him was not yet the dark sorcerer who, years later, would steal the Book of Cagliostro, embrace forbidden power, and even attempt to kill the Ancient One.
Naturally, he could not tolerate anyone slandering his loyalty to Kamar-Taj.
Mordo nodded, waved his hand, and declared, "Now it's my turn. Go!"
Golden rings of light spread outward, extending countless invisible dashed lines that carried his will into the Mirror Dimension.
Three seconds passed.
"Senior Brother, what are you waiting for? Attack!"
Seeing Luke still calm and unperturbed, Kaecilius grew anxious.
Mordo sensed that the Mirror Dimension had not changed at all, and his heart sank.
What's going on? Did I fail to truly master the spell? Did I miss something?
But… he clearly felt the feedback connection to the world.
This shouldn't be happening!
That was exactly what the books described.
Could it be that one of the hand gestures was slightly off?
Mordo desperately recalled the contents of the ancient texts, formed the magical seal once more, and poured his will into the space through magic, attempting to twist the surrounding mirrored skyscrapers into terrifying behemoths.
However… the Mirror Dimension remained utterly silent.
Cold sweat silently trickled down Mordo's forehead.
Kaecilius, completely lacking any sense of timing, kept pressing on, "Senior Brother, why aren't you attacking yet?"
"Yes, why aren't you attacking? Is it because you don't want to…" Luke followed mockingly, "…or because you can't?"
That taunting tone set off blaring alarms in Mordo's heart.
Could it be… that Luke was the source of all these anomalies?
"My condition isn't good today. We'll fight another time."
Ignoring the puzzled looks from the other sorcerers, Mordo spoke in the calmest tone he could manage.
"Why, Senior Brother?"
Kaecilius was clearly anxious. "Senior Brother! If he dares to bombard New York today, he might shell Kamar-Taj tomorrow!"
"Hey, what's with calling him Senior brother this, senior brother that? Even though Kamar-Taj is in Asia, aren't you overusing it to the point it feels like I'm inside a cultivation novel?"
"How dare you disrespect the hierarchy between the disciples of the Ancient One!? Senior Brother, attack! I know you are benevolent, but benevolence must be reserved for the right targets!"
Mordo wanted nothing more than to smack Kaecilius hard—this man was practically charging straight toward death!
Was it that he didn't want to attack? Nope! He simply couldn't!
The Mirror Dimension had inexplicably failed and had instead become Luke's weapon.
They all knew how terrifying this magic was. Once trapped inside, it was like falling into the domain of a dimensional god—where even a hundred lives wouldn't be enough to escape death!
"Enough. We're leaving!"
Mordo flicked his robes, turned around, and was about to open a portal to retreat.
"Leave? Is this somewhere you can just come and go as you please?"
Luke's voice rang out.
He was standing in midair without any support, with no magical fluctuations around him at all, as if flight were an innate instinct.
In reality, he was simply "lifting" his own character in the Reality Editor's 3D stereoscopic view.
"Since you're already here," Luke continued lightly, "why not stay for a cup of tea?"
Luke waved his hand, and the buildings surrounding the Mirror Dimension began to compress and shift inward, as if they were alive.
Kaecilius and the others' expressions changed drastically.
Wait—had the Senior Brother betrayed them? Why was the Mirror Dimension closing in on them?!
Just as Mordo summoned the sparks for a portal, a wall suddenly rose in front of him, blocking his path.
Luke Rowling! What exactly do you want? Don't push your luck!
Driven into desperation, miniature golden rings of light manifested around Mordo's hands as he clapped them together.
Boom!!
Two fierce bolts of golden lightning—Bolts of Balthakk—ripped through the illusory surface of the Mirror Dimension, splitting the ground apart to carve out a passage before surging upward violently, shooting straight toward Luke.
Mordo didn't wait to see the result of the attack. He turned immediately and forced a portal open, escaping without hesitation.
At that moment, Kaecilius and the others finally reacted.
It seemed that Mordo truly couldn't defeat Luke.
"We're going to die—we're going to die! Run, quickly!"
Realizing the danger, Kaecilius and the others hastily turned to open their own portals, scrambling to escape in terror, afraid of being the last ones left behind.
However, they had clearly underestimated Luke.
Although Luke could not truly control the entire Mirror Dimension, within a thousand-meter radius, he was the supreme god!
Everything in the Mirror Dimension within that range could be manipulated by him.
Moreover, he didn't need magic at all; he only needed his mental calculations to be fast enough.
With his current Intelligence stat at 100, his brain was comparable to a computer—parallel, multi-threaded calculations posed no problem whatsoever.
Kamar-Taj's portal magic was fast, but it was absolutely no faster than instantaneous teleportation!
Just as Mordo and the others began circling their fingers in the air, their vision blurred, and a massive tree appeared where the portal should have been, forcibly interrupting the spell.
As for Bozart's Lightning...
Luke didn't even blink, allowing it to strike directly against his rock shield.
The reliability of the Geo Lord's shield was beyond question; doubting it would be nothing short of blasphemy.
Perhaps, if all dozen or so of them cast Bozart's Lightning at the same time, there might have been a chance to break through the defense.
But even then.. so what?
"Damn it, we can't escape anymore—everyone attack together!"
Although Mordo's combat strength was not considered exceptional, as the Senior he still held authority.
Once he chose to fight to the end, the other sorcerers charged forward without hesitation, displaying excellent coordination.
One sorcerer raised a massive Shield of the Seraphim, protecting his senior brothers and fellow disciples.
Immediately after, several magical whips stretched out like tentacles for dozens of meters, lashing straight toward Luke in the air.
"A fly trying to stop a truck."
Luke stood suspended in midair with his hands clasped behind his back.
When the magic whips reached about one meter in front of him, he merely raised a finger, and an invisible "air wall" blocked them completely.
This was Orochi's ability—Divine Finger.
It could not only block attacks, but even reflect them.
Seeing this, Mordo clenched his teeth and clapped his hands together again!
Boom! Another bolt of Bozart's Lightning thundered forth!
Bozart's Lightning was an extremely powerful single-target attack spell of Kamar-Taj.
Its only drawback—or perhaps its advantage—was that it was more effective against dark creatures.
Luke slightly lifted an eyelid and raised a finger once more.
When Bozart's Lightning struck Divine Finger, it abruptly reversed direction, curling back at an even faster speed under Mordo's horrified gaze!
He didn't even have time to react.
"Ah—!!!"
Amid a horrific scream, Mordo was violently struck by the very lightning he had unleashed himself!
Unlike Luke, he possessed only a mortal body. He was blasted dozens of meters away, crashing heavily to the ground, never to move again.
[Anomaly: Mordo eliminated. Recorded. 1000 Anomaly Points gained.]
[Reality Editor upgraded to Version 2.1. Current Anomaly Points: 100 / 1200.]
Only 1,000?
Luke raised an eyebrow. That was even less than the Vibranium Space Jason X.
Kamar-Taj truly lacked talent.
So this was all the so-called Senior Brother amounted to?
"Senior Brother!!"
Kaecilius and the other sorcerers were horrified, their faces draining of all color.
Everything had happened far too quickly. They could only watch helplessly as Mordo died beneath his own magic.
As close-combat sorcerers, their neural reaction speeds far exceeded those of ordinary people, but in front of true lightning, they were still as insignificant as dust.
Witnessing Mordo's tragic death, the remaining sorcerers were both shocked and enraged.
They desperately wanted to attack together and suppress Luke, yet they feared their spells would simply be reflected back at them, forcing them to follow in Mordo's footsteps.
For a moment, the ten elite sorcerers hesitated.
They dared not use offensive spells like Bozart's Lightning.
Nor did they possess any stronger techniques.
After all, they were not Stephen Strange. He had been able to master powerful magic—including the Mirror Dimension and the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak—after only a few months at Kamar-Taj.
He had even fought Kaecilius after the latter was empowered by Dormammu, without falling into a disadvantage.
But Luke had no intention of playing cat and mouse with them.
He had been waiting for the Ancient One from the very beginning.
As one of Earth's major powers, Luke was extremely wary of the Ancient One.
It was impossible for a clash involving magic on this scale to escape her notice.
Yet for some unknown reason, the Ancient One still had not stepped forward.
Naturally, Luke did not believe she was unaware of what was happening.
Which meant there was only one answer…
Luke's gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade as it swept over the terrified Kaecilius and the others below. He then raised both hands high into the air.
"Sun's Radiance!"