To deal with these sorcerers—or anything else.
Batman had an entire, comprehensive plan.
So-called magic was merely another form of energy at work. Sorcerers themselves were still human.
As long as they were human, there was a way to deal with them.
For Batman, if they were not human, they were even easier to handle. He would not need to consider matters of principle at all.
Miao Mu could use heavy artillery with an explosion radius of a hundred meters.
As the president of Wayne Industries, the shells Batman could get his hands on would only be more destructive.
Moreover, this entire plan and the countermeasure equipment had been prepared with the immortal Spawn as a hypothetical enemy.
The instant battle began, he had to break through the enemy's defenses.
"Ah..." Kaecilius, sprawled on the road ahead, had a face twisted in agony as blood flowed from his ears.
Before he could struggle back up from the ground.
Batman strode over, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him up.
A specially made injection appeared in Batman's hand, and its needle pierced Kaecilius's chest.
It was a specially formulated, high-potency corrosion inhibitor designed specifically for sorcerers.
The drugs inside would make someone instantly lose control of their body, even their brain, turning them into an "idiot."
One derivative product of this type of drug was called truth serum.
Without the corresponding antidote, the effect would last for thirty-seven days. It was a perfect match for dealing with these sorcerers...
"Now tell me, where did that guy go just now?"
Batman gripped Kaecilius by the collar and looked into his unfocused pupils. The drug had already taken effect.
Kaecilius stared blankly, drool running uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth as he trembled and muttered a few words.
They were impossible