Until now, relying on close range and a quick draw, Li Jie had always shot his enemies before they could act. Only when Deathstroke dodged a bullet at point-blank range did he remember that American Iai didn't guarantee a hundred-percent hit rate.
Fuck, I got careless!!
If not for his bulletproof vest, he might have died here today. Both of them had been shot, but whether because of his physique or his armor, Deathstroke was clearly in better shape.
Still, Li Jie wasn't panicking. He still had Divine Possession up his sleeve. Famous as Deathstroke was, Li Jie didn't think he could be stronger than Faora.
I one-shotted a Kryptonian. What could you possibly do!!
But he had never expected this to appear before his eyes.
He could feel the wind seeping through the gaps between the bricks of the wall, carrying the dryness and grit of the yellow earth of northern China. He could even hear faint horns in the distance, crossing at least two thousand years to pour intermittently into his ears. Every stone was larger than his body, stacked layer upon layer along the spines of the mountains, like bones the earth itself had grown.
Li Jie discovered that he couldn't move, but that was fine. This wasn't the first time, and from what he could see, Deathstroke seemed to be in the same situation.
The only thing he found strange was who had been summoned with such an enormous spectacle this time. Could it be Qin Shi Huang?? Then shouldn't you guys be sending me money?
His hand reached forward of its own accord.
The pupil of Deathstroke's left eye contracted violently. His tactical assessment system was frantically throwing errors.
Threat level could not be determined. Energy source could not be located. All means of