"Now Demon Nezha and the Fire Bull King have both come to the mortal world. Chaos is coming." Zhu Bajie said this without a trace of concern on his face.
"Does that look like the face of someone worried about chaos, Bodhisattva Altar Cleanser Envoy?"
"Don't call me that." Zhu Bajie grunted in displeasure. "With my disciple here, we can deal with them."
"Me?" Marcus pointed at himself in disbelief.
"Of course. You're Sun Wukong's son, and you have his power," Zhu Bajie said confidently. "How could those two possibly be a match for my senior brother?"
"Are you sure I have Sun Wukong's power?" Marcus plucked out a handful of monkey hair and blew on it, producing miniature clones smaller than his fist.
"At least you've already learned to make monkey-hair clones, haven't you?" Zhu Bajie said awkwardly. "That's a good start."
"Enough." Batman waved a hand. "I have a personal score to settle with Demon Nezha. Leave him to me."
"And I still haven't settled things with Red Boy for having the White Bone Spirit set me up. I'll take him," Roland said.
In the Lazarus Pit nearby, Demon Nezha was pouring vast quantities of Lazarus Water into his body.
"You're probably the only living being who finds bathing in the Lazarus Pit comfortable," Jor said. She had quietly slipped away after Roland and the others arrived. Zhu Bajie was clearly more interesting to them than she was.
"This water has flowed through my blood for more than three thousand years," Demon Nezha said. He rose from the Lazarus Pit and looked at Deadpool, who was wearing the Fate Mask in the water. His body had become a riot of colors and radiated a strange glow. "Almost all the True Magic on Earth has been absorbed into this