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As he spoke, Peter hesitated no longer. Just like Dormammu had done before, he pounced onto Dormammu's body.
He opened his gaping maw and bit directly into Dormammu's body.
This time, it was no longer just the phantom pain of a small portion of his consciousness being devoured.
With a bite that was 50% Faltine and 50% Symbiote, every mouthful taken out of Dormammu was real, tangible damage.
With every bite Peter took, Dormammu felt an agonizing, bone-chilling pain. It was his body being broken down bit by bit by Peter, and the Dark energy he controlled being stripped away from his body piece by piece.
The intense pain caused Dormammu's body to tremble involuntarily, and his voice carried a hint of begging:
"Stop! Quickly, stop! I don't want the Dark Dimension anymore. I'm willing to leave here, willing to be banished by you to another Universe. As long as you spare my life, I promise I will never appear before you again."
Under the incredulous gazes of Clea and the various natives of the Dark Dimension, the Dormammu they knew—the arrogant and despotic one—was now actually begging Peter for mercy on his knees like a humble slave, voluntarily pleading for Peter to banish him.
The impact of this scene on them was undoubtedly explosive.
The natives of the Dark Dimension stared blankly at this scene, and then one by one, they began to cheer wildly.
In the eyes of these low-intelligence creatures who lived by the law of the jungle, a true king should be this overbearing and ruthless.
It wasn't just them; even in Clea's eyes as she looked at Peter, there was once again an emotion called infatuation.
She didn't care where Peter came from, nor did she care what race Peter was. Right now, there was only one thought in her mind: to become Peter's woman.
In the void, seeing that Peter had no intention of stopping, the terror on Dormammu's face was gradually replaced by madness.
He finally realized one thing: Peter would never let him go. In this situation, the only path left for him was to fight Peter to the death.
"Damn it! Since you want to eat me, I will never let you have an easy time either!"
As he spoke, the energy on Dormammu's remaining body surged madly. Following that, a piece of his body was forcibly split off, turning into a stream of light and flying into the distance.
There was only one thing he needed to do: release his sister. The sister he had once tried to devour, and after failing, had completely sealed away in the deepest part of the Dark Dimension: Umar.
Since he alone was no match for Peter, the only person he could rely on now was this sister with whom he had been locked in a love-hate relationship for thousands of years.
Even if Peter could master the ability to devour Faltine, so what? Two Faltine must be greater than one Faltine half-breed, right?
He didn't believe that if the two siblings joined forces, they still wouldn't be a match for Peter.
Before long, Dormammu's fragment flew to the front of Umar's seal.
With his actions, the seal was quickly opened, and a middle-aged woman with high cheekbones and black hair walked out of the seal—it was Umar.
Seeing Dormammu curled up in the void, less than one-tenth the size of his original form, Umar couldn't help but let out a scoff:
"I was wondering why you would try to reinforce the seal one moment and then release me the next. So, you've encountered a problem you can't handle yourself, have you? My dear brother."
"Stop the nonsense!" Because his body was only one-tenth of his original size, Dormammu's voice had become high-pitched and shrill, like a child's.
"A crazy half-breed Faltine has come from outside. He actually possesses the ability to devour Faltine. You should know what that means, right? Once I die, you won't survive either. We will both become his meal."
Listening to Dormammu's account, Umar was startled at first, and then she knitted her brows into a frown. A Faltine capable of devouring other Faltine.
This was simply the ability they had dreamed of. But now, not only was this ability not being used by them, it was even treating them as food. Just as Dormammu had said, only if the siblings united now would they have a chance to overcome this crisis.
Thinking of this, Umar sighed softly and then beckoned to Dormammu: "Come here."
Dormammu, as if granted amnesty, immediately rushed into Umar's arms. His entire being quickly merged into Umar's body.
Almost at the same time he assimilated with Umar, he remotely contacted his main body and poured all the energy within him into Umar's body.
With this action, purple rings of fire, characteristic of Dormammu, instantly erupted from Umar's body.
Although Umar still maintained a human form, her attire rapidly changed; the originally plain and somewhat tattered black robe transformed into an exquisite and luxurious battle dress.
Clad in the arcane battle dress, Umar strode out of the palace with an arrogant gait, running head-on into Peter, who was floating in mid-air:
"So you are that freak capable of devouring Faltine? Hey, brat, be reasonable. As fellow exiles, I think we can cooperate with each other."
"We aren't each other's enemies, are we? On the contrary, if the three of us join forces, we could even return to our home planet and devour all those damned kin who don't understand us."
"By then, the entire Universe will be within our grasp. Isn't that much better than the three of us fighting to the death here?"
Compared to the arrogant Dormammu, Umar was indeed relatively smarter. The suggestion she made was clearly much more reasonable than Dormammu's earlier begging and threats.
But unfortunately, they thought Peter was a Faltine who had been exiled like them, but in reality, Peter was never one of them from the very beginning.
He also had no interest in ruling the Universe; all he wanted was peace for Earth.
At this thought, just as Peter was about to speak, Clea's voice came from behind him: "Mama, how can you call Peter a freak? You should show some respect to my boyfriend!"
Huh? Hearing this, the three women present unconsciously frowned. Gwen and Hela were speechless at Clea's familiarity.
You've only met Peter for a few minutes; what gives you the right to say Peter is your boyfriend? Does Peter even know he's your boyfriend!
And Umar, while initially surprised and happy to be reunited with her daughter after such a long time, knitted her brows into a frown immediately after hearing the keyword "boyfriend."
This little freak who was trying to devour Dormammu was actually her daughter's boyfriend?
At this moment, Umar felt that her family relationships had completely turned into a mess.
First, there were the two siblings—her and her brother—locked in a love-hate relationship, then they joined forces to murder their father-in-law. Then, her brother killed her husband.
Now, her son-in-law was about to eliminate her brother, and her daughter not only didn't see a problem with it but even told her to show some respect to this son-in-law?
This family relationship—even a dysfunctional family would have to bow down in defeat!