"Damn, Ho Yinsen, what happened to you, Ho Yinsen?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Fang Mo couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise on his face: "Isn't it... If you wanted to enjoy the same treatment as Stark, you could have just told me directly. We've been old friends for so long, was there really a need to go through all this just to ask me to treat you?"

"Be... careful..."

Ho Yinsen, having been blown up, was already a bit dazed and could only manage to weakly warn: "Outside... a bunch of lunatics have come..."

"Ah!"

This sudden explosion, along with the chief medical officer who flew in covered in blood, seemed to have also scared the two legislators, especially the shorter, fatter one, whose entire face turned pale with fright: "What... what on earth is going on? We're not also experiencing a terrorist attack, are we?"

As they were talking.

Footsteps were heard outside the door.

Fang Mo took the opportunity to look outside, only to discover a small group of people slowly walking towards this place.

The group consisted of about a dozen people, but they looked disorderly; not to mention their differences in height and build, even their skin color and ages varied greatly.

If there was one similarity among them, it was that they all wore hoods, some on sweatshirts, some on trench coats, and a few even dressed as if they were cosplaying as mages. At this moment, their faces all bore a frenzied expression, quickly surrounding the few people inside.

"Senator Kaori, Senator Enrus."

After the group entered, the leader took off his hood and calmly greeted the two senators: "Good afternoon to you both. I suppose even if we don't introduce ourselves, you can probably guess who we are, right?"

"What do you want?"

The taller senator's face looked somewhat unpleasant, as he indeed recognized the identity of the others; they were the fanatics of the Burning Cult, which possessed supernatural powers and was mentioned earlier.

"We received a message."

The leading fanatic, a white youth who looked very informal with several fierce tattoos on his face and several earrings on his ears, said with a smile mixed with undisguised disdain: "Our foolish government officials, after some discussion, seem to have decided to recall the Avengers."

"Where did you hear this news?"

The tall senator, without blinking, denied: "We just came to investigate some background information on this hospital, it has nothing to do with any Avengers..."

Unexpectedly, before the senator could even finish explaining, the fanatic suddenly stepped forward and punched the senator in the stomach. With a thud, the tall senator bent over in pain, clutching his stomach and falling down.

"You think you can deceive us with your brains full of fat?"

The leading fanatic looked down at the senator on the ground, then stepped on his head, grinding his foot down while saying: "I'll tell you, the great Lord Sargeras knows everything. In his eyes, you are as insignificant as ants, and yet you dare to deceive the will of my lord?"

"I didn't lie to you..." The senator, whose head was being stepped on, struggled to defend himself: "We really didn't..."

As the senator tried to argue, a voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Oh, they were indeed planning to get the Avengers back."

This abrupt statement immediately focused all the fanatics' attention on the senator, causing the hearts of the two senators to sink, as cold sweat uncontrollably began to break out.

"Like lying, huh?"

The leading fanatic looked at the senator on the ground, then clasped his hands together, rubbing them to produce a bright aqua-colored coral blade: "Good, I hope your limbs are as tough as your mouth."

After saying this, he swung his knife and chopped off the senator's arm.

"Ah!!!”

The excruciating pain instantly caused the member of parliament on the ground to scream in agony. However, quickly afterward, a few fanatics stepped forward, simultaneously swinging their chains and hanging the senator in the air.

"No, no, no..."

Seeing this, another shorter senator was so frightened that he nearly passed out, instinctively retreating several steps. Then, perhaps out of sheer terror, he turned his head and pleaded for help from Fang Mo: "Mr. Fang Mo! Save me, please!"

"Why should I save you?" Fang Mo spread his hands and asked.

"You are the most powerful avenger..."

"Wait, hold on."

Fang Mo immediately interrupted before the other could finish speaking: "Let me clarify something. I never joined the Avengers from the start. I did deal with the alien invasion during the Battle of New York, but I was just helping a friend out, not related to the Avengers at all. After all, I take my revenge on the spot; no need for that sort of thing."

"This...what..."

The shorter senator seemed baffled at this response.

"No choice, I just know too well how you politicians think," Fang Mo shrugged. "From the beginning, I predicted your predictions. Do you know why? Because I know how disgusting you all can be. Frankly speaking, if I hid a couple of BC oil blocks in my basket, you politicians would bring your mothers to my door offering me a full-service massage the next day..."

"I..."

Hearing Fang Mo's statement, the senator seemed at a loss for words.

At that moment, the leader of the fanatics noticed Fang Mo and, with a bit of confusion, turned to ask those around him: "This guy was in the New York battle?"

"It seems so, my lord."

The other fanatics hurriedly explained to their leader in a low voice: "He is the most powerful avenger, the human god who single-handedly suppressed the alien portal, Fang Mo."

"My lord..."

A few fanatics seemed to know a bit about Fang Mo and now appeared somewhat afraid, suggesting: "Should we...retreat for now?"

"Retreat my ass! You faithless cowards!"

Seeing his subordinates cower, the leader of the fanatics seemed to get angry, slapping one across the face: "Even if this Fang Mo guy is strong, could he possibly be stronger than the great Sargeras? You're simply shaming me!"

"I...I'm sorry, my lord..."

The slapped fanatic seemed to realize his mistake, his expression immediately firming up again: "My lord Sargeras is the strongest!"

As for Fang Mo, not far away.

He couldn't help but laugh after listening to the fanatics' conversation.

Fang Mo admitted he wasn't as strong as Sargeras...of course, that was obvious, considering they were both him. How could he possibly be stronger than himself? What kind of logic was that?

But Fang Mo thought the situation was humorous.

However, the fanatics didn't see it that way.

Especially the leader, who, seeing Fang Mo dare to laugh, immediately frowned and coldly asked Fang Mo: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing much.”

Fang Mo struggled to control his expression, saying, "I was just thinking of something joyful…"

"You're mocking our faith, aren't you?"

The cult leader opposite him didn't waste any words. With a raise of his hand, he hurled the bright teal blade in his hand towards Fang Mo: "Die! I will not allow anyone to disrespect Lord Sargeras."

"Be careful!"

Seeing the blade flying straight at him, even Strange couldn't help but shout out anxiously.

He had seen this move before; Kaecilius had used this very thing to chop off his own arms. Fang Mo was, after all, someone who had done him a favor. Although he didn't particularly like Fang Mo's personality, he couldn't bear to see him die before his eyes.

"Damn it…"

As the bright teal blade flew towards Fang Mo, who seemed too shocked to dodge, Strange turned his head away, unable to watch.

However, after a few seconds.

Strange didn't hear the sound of the blade piercing flesh.

Instead, he heard the cult leader's incredulous shout of disbelief.

"What!?"

Upon hearing this, Strange instinctively looked up, only to see a scene contrary to his expectations. Fang Mo had caught the bright teal blade between two fingers.

"...Huh?"

Even Strange was stunned.

"This is impossible!" The cult leader from a distance was clearly in disbelief: "That is the power of Lord Sargeras. Even if you are an Avenger, you cannot resist the corruption of the Abyssal Force... What are you exactly!?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo really wanted to retort.

The other's action was akin to using an imperial sword granted by the Emperor himself and then turning around to strike the Emperor with it.

If Fang Mo were alone, he would definitely have a good time playing around with the other party. Unfortunately, Strange was still beside him, so to continue fooling this wheelchair-bound magician, Fang Mo had to hold back his sarcastic comments for now.

"Alas, I didn't expect the cult to have expanded so greatly."

Fang Mo sighed and then pretended to conjure up the magic of Kamar-Taj, which is the orange magical circles.

Before the others could react, Fang Mo hurled the magic circle he had conjured at them. The others were merely cultists, but with Fang Mo's current strength, he honestly didn't know how to hold back even if he wanted to.

In just an encounter.

More than half of the cultists were instantly taken down by Fang Mo.

This wasn't an instant kill with the magic circle; the cultists had actually blocked the magic circle thrown by Fang Mo, but with a flash, Fang Mo landed a punch, vaporizing the body of a cultist, followed by the subsequent force of his punches demolishing half a building.

Clearly, this was not something achievable with magic.

Not to mention the cultists, even Strange was left dumbfounded on the spot.

After subduing the leader, the remaining cultists lost their will to fight and quickly drew a magic circle to escape.

"It's impossible! The power of Lord Sargeras is invincible!”

After being defeated and subdued by Fang Mo, the leader of the cultists still roared unwillingly, "Why did I lose to someone like you? Oh great Sargeras... please grant your followers greater power!"

"You... huh?"

Fang Mo originally wanted to mock him.

But just as he was about to speak, a strange feeling suddenly emerged in his mind.

This feeling was honestly quite odd, as if something was calling out to him. He had experienced similar feelings before, but because the voice was too soft, Fang Mo didn't pay much attention to it.

However, this time the voice was significantly louder.

It was as if a mosquito was buzzing right by his ear.

Fang Mo focused slightly, diverting some of his attention to the dimension of the Abyssal Wastelands. Then, a flash of blue light flickered in his eyes, and the voice gradually became clearer.

After listening for a bit,

Fang Mo discovered that the voice was identical to that of the cult leader in front of him.

The other party was praying with utmost devotion, hoping to be granted more power, willing to give up everything in exchange.

"Emmm…"

Fang Mo stared at the cult leader in front of him.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Mo decided to secretly communicate with the other party in his mind.

Thus, just like that, the cult leader, who had already given up hope, suddenly heard a majestic and terrifying voice in his mind the next second.

[My devout follower, what do you seek?]

"!?"

Upon hearing this, the cult leader's body shook violently, and then an extremely excited expression suddenly appeared on his face: "Lord Sargeras? Lord Sargeras! Have you finally noticed me?!"

"It seems like he's gone mad."

Fang Mo communicated with the other party in his mind, but outwardly he pretended to speak to Strange, "Could you keep an eye on him for a moment? I need to go save Ho Yinsen, his injuries are quite severe."

"Ah... oh."

Strange didn't suspect anything, as the cult leader in front of him was already bound by energy ropes, clearly unable to escape. Understanding the urgency of saving someone, he simply nodded, "No problem, go save him, I'll watch this guy for you."

"Lord Sargeras! Grant me strength!"

Despite being tied up, the cult leader didn't care much and kept muttering, "I am willing to offer everything to you, please let me witness your eternal and immortal power…"

[Do something for me, and I will give you power.]

No sooner had the cult leader finished speaking than these words emerged in his mind, so he nodded without hesitation, "Please command, my lord, I will do whatever it is!"

[Kill the Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One.]

The majestic voice echoed in his mind once more.

Along with this voice, the cult leader suddenly felt a surge of unimaginable power flooding into his body. In an instant, his eyes turned bright blue, and his throat became unbearably itchy.

With just a slight opening of his mouth, a mass of wildly writhing tentacles burst forth.