The enormous demonic phantom blocked the only route to the new city, while a group of mages in yellow robes, their bodies flickering with dazzling magical energy, descended from the air and attacked the demon.
"Demons are attacking Gotham?!" Deathstroke narrowed his eyes.
"More likely New York." Deadpool flipped over the highway guardrail with an almost comical motion, waved at Deathstroke, and said, "Don't worry about that. We're going this way!"
Deathstroke gave the mages one last look, but for the sake of efficiency, he did not go over. Instead, he nimbly vaulted the guardrail and followed Deadpool into the city on foot.
But the intensity of the battle far exceeded both their expectations. The Demonic phantom grew larger and larger, and more tentacles made of energy rose from the water. Now not only could vehicles not pass, but even the pedestrian walkway on the bridge was blocked by a barrier of shadow energy.
"Looks like we'll have to jump off the bridge." Deadpool began warming up on the spot, but Deathstroke drew his weapon.
"Don't do anything stupid, cousin. You know there's no point fighting them here." Deadpool stepped forward to stop Deathstroke, shrugged, and said, "I hate to be a buzzkill, but this isn't Gotham..."
Before he could finish, Deathstroke had already charged forward.
Deathstroke first pulled two miniature bombs from behind his waist and threw them at the demon. Though tiny, the bombs were astonishingly powerful. When they landed at the demon's feet, they blasted apart the energy forming one of its legs.
But the demon's energy-made body was not afraid of such physical explosions. After the shockwave disrupted it and dispersed its form, it quickly reassembled and raised a massive fist, smashing it down toward Deathstroke.
Deathstroke looked up and saw that there was only a