Deadpool lay flat on the somewhat scorched earth, his limbs twitching, his left foot quivering at the air as though he were about to die.
A massive amount of life force had been drained away. Even his healing factor was having trouble keeping up.
At first, he exhaled more than he inhaled, but as time passed, his condition recovered at a visibly rapid pace.
His heart began beating powerfully again, and his breathing gradually slowed.
Xiakala was not so fortunate. That unimaginably abundant life force made her extremely uncomfortable. Even her formidable racial gifts could not fully absorb its essence, and she could only lean against the coffin to barely support herself.
"What exactly are you... some kind of monster?" This man was completely different from the bearded man who had released her a thousand years ago. Judging solely by the intensity of his life force, he did not seem like some nobody. But Xiakala still found it hard to believe that he could make Eternity light his cigarette or have Planet Devourer pour him water.
Her reasoning was simple. Someone that awesome would not have been taken down by her.
Deadpool ignored the question. His eyes turned skyward, taking in the slightly dim crimson sky, and he asked a question he should have asked long ago. "Where is this place? Have you seen my limited-edition Iron Man toothbrush?"
Xiakala had no idea what a limited-edition Iron Man toothbrush was, but she answered his first question. "Idiot, you're in Hell. Don't tell me you didn't even know that?"
Her tone was sharp, but coming from her, it somehow still carried a hint of coyness.
Deadpool put his somewhat goofy brain to work. He seemed to feel that the concept of Hell had little to do with his daily life, and