Mirror Dimension, Images of Ikonn (Second Update)

"Hmph!"

Kaecilius’s expression darkened.

As a Mystic Master of Kamar-Taj, he knew K’un-Lun next door quite well.

Though their numbers could not compare to K’un-Lun’s, when it came to elites and high-end combat power, they were not inferior in the slightest.

They were even somewhat stronger.

The Sorcerer Supreme could crush everything.

Kamar-Taj and the Three Sanctums had always monitored any existence that might threaten Earth, especially outsiders from other dimensions or planets. Naturally, that included K’un-Lun—

That mysterious city located in an extra dimension, one of the legendary Eastern Seven Heavenly Cities.

Kaecilius knew Iron Fist even better than The Hand and the True Pure Ones Society. He could recite the approximate era of every Iron Fist; the previous one should have appeared twenty years ago.

He knew exactly how Iron Fist came to be, so this generation of Iron Fist should have inherited only twenty years of Shou-Lao’s power—weak and frail.

He had thought the apprentices alone would be enough to take down that Iron Fist who did not know his place. Who could have expected them to fail? His opponent was far stronger than he had imagined.

The Darkhold had to be obtained.

The minor mobs were about to be cleared out, so the BOSS could only break the rules of the game and act personally.

When a Mystic Master made a move, it was naturally different. Whether in the speed at which he summoned magical whips and shields or in other aspects, he was much faster and stronger than the apprentices. Even in close combat alone, he was at Stick’s level.

Old Wang’s gaze was keen, and he judged Kaecilius’s strength at a glance:

In terms of magical power alone rather than actual combat ability, he was roughly the equivalent of an Archmage combined with an ordinary Monk.

Kamar-Taj had a fault-line pyramid structure. The Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One, stood high above all others, a legend among legends. Beneath her, there was not a single person capable of holding the fort, only a crowd of insignificant nobodies.

By certain standards, Ancient One was naturally Skyfather Level. Yet beneath her, there was not even a single Skyfather-level or Earth God-level figure. Loki might even be able to wipe them all out by himself.

Poor Ancient One did not even dare die. She could only keep holding on against her will and say bye-bye to the Eternal God who had summoned her.

Because of budget and technical limitations, the movies had limited expressive power. In terms of his understanding of magic and the spells he had mastered, Kaecilius was no weaker than that weak-kidneyed mage years later. All kinds of spells emerged one after another.

Right before Old Wang’s eyes, Kaecilius suddenly vanished.

Even that half-baked weak-kidneyed mage years later could use telekinesis and teleportation in an instant. For Kaecilius, a Mystic Master, it was naturally no challenge.

A mage’s strength lay in mystery and surprise, but in Old Wang’s perception, everything was like a woman slowly parting her legs—there were traces to follow.

Any spellcasting was bound to cause fluctuations in magical power. This spell, similar to Blink, had not escaped his perception.

The corners of Kaecilius’s lips involuntarily curled upward as the blade in his hand was about to stab into Old Wang’s back.

Suddenly, a fist instantly enlarged before his eyes.

The next moment, his head spun and countless stars flashed before his eyes, as though he had seen the starry expanse of the universe.

"A mage who doesn’t cast from range actually dares to get close?"

Old Wang truly did not know what to say. What kind of magic did Kamar-Taj possess to raise a group of melee mages who neglected their proper work? Why were all their skill trees so crooked?

Ancient One, you really lived up to your name. I seriously suspect you did it on purpose!

Seizing the advantage without letting up, Old Wang pressed forward, intending to overwhelm his opponent with his powerful physique.

On any battlefield, the stronger man often held the advantage. Old Wang had experience in that regard.

Suddenly,

Kaecilius vanished again and reappeared twenty meters away.

Such a short distance was nothing, but Old Wang narrowed his eyes slightly. Everything around him had already changed.

The walls, floor, and ceiling constantly twisted, pressing in toward Old Wang.

Many spells could rewrite reality, which was why Kamar-Taj had a rule: all overly destructive spells could only be practiced in the Mirror Dimension. Even the Sorcerer Supreme would pull enemies into the Mirror Dimension before battle.

This prevented irreparable destruction to the real world.

But those spells that could truly rewrite reality either had to draw upon the power of the Dark Dimension or were extraordinarily complicated. Neither Kaecilius nor that librarian’s fellow clansman could possibly accomplish them.

Reality had not been rewritten.

Yet they were no longer in reality.

Old Wang easily sensed the changes in time and space. This was a temporary space created with magic, a mirror of the real world.

Though limited by his ability, the Mirror Dimension Kaecilius had created was not vast and encompassed only the entire Azeroth Laboratory, it was still an extremely terrifying spell for anyone other than mages.

Because within the Mirror Dimension, mages could freely fold the matter of space.

This was a mage’s home ground.

"This is my world, the world of mages."

"Here, I can destroy everything!"

"I’ll give you one last chance. Hand over the Darkhold, and I’ll spare your life!"

Kaecilius retreated at extreme speed—or rather, the space between him and Old Wang continually stretched and folded. Walls and windows pressed toward Old Wang, and everything changed like a dream. This was where a mage’s true power lay.

Only now did he barely count as a real mage.

A mage’s strength had never been in attack power. "Mobile artillery platform" was merely one of a mage’s nicknames. What real mages excelled at most was always battlefield control.

The world spun around him. Kaecilius had twisted space and twisted direction.

He had twisted everything.

The few remaining apprentices gathered around Kaecilius, while Skye and Daredevil were nowhere to be seen beside Old Wang.

They were still in the real world.

An invisible force-field wall separated the inside from the outside into two worlds. You could be right beside me, yet it felt as though mountains and rivers lay between us.

At the most crucial moment, Old Wang could only fight alone.

"Thank you." Old Wang suddenly smiled.

"Huh?"

Kaecilius completely failed to understand what he meant.

Now that you had lost your helpers, neither that Inhuman who controlled shockwaves nor that blind kung fu master would be easy to deal with. The other two kung fu masters who had been about to reach the battlefield had also been left outside the Mirror Dimension.

Shouldn’t you be afraid? Shouldn’t you be nervous? Shouldn’t you surrender in despair?

"I had some reservations before. I had to watch over others at all times. Every life in the Laboratory is more precious than all of you combined. I would feel bad if any one of them died."

Old Wang stretched his limbs and rolled his neck a few times, his voice carrying an unprecedented ease. "Now, I can finally get a little serious!"

"Is that so? Arrogant fool!"

Kaecilius snorted coldly, formed a heart shape with his hands before his chest, then separated them and stretched them to either side.

His two arms remained where they were.

Two more arms appeared in front of his chest, followed by another two.

In less than two seconds, he had become a thousand-armed Bodhisattva.

Then countless duplicates appeared.

More than a hundred Kaeciliuses emerged, surrounding Old Wang.

Like crazed fans surrounding an idol.

Pairs of eyes stared straight at him, sparking with the flames of hatred.

Old Wang was genuinely a little unaccustomed to it.

"Images of Ikonn!"

The pride of an Archmage appeared on Kaecilius’s face. "Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance. You cannot withstand the power of a Mystic Master!"

As he spoke, dozens of Kaeciliuses reached out simultaneously, and dozens of magical whips lashed toward Old Wang at once.

From every direction, above and below, everywhere.

Yet at that moment, Old Wang vanished, appearing beyond all the Kaeciliuses.