The red points in the darkness seemed to drift straight out of nowhere. Something tangible in the air abruptly shifted from transparency into solid form. Black-and-yellow armor landed heavily, and the porch boards creaked under the strain.
"It's the Sorcerer Supreme! Retreat!"
The Vampire warlock leading them seemed to know his stuff. The moment he saw Deathstroke, he immediately ordered his men to retreat.
But was this really the time for them to leave just because they wanted to?
"By the look in your eyes, you're a dead man. I turn with my sword, and blood blooms like crimson lips."
Deathstroke began singing a song they could not understand in a demonically hoarse voice. His body abruptly accelerated, going from stillness to top speed so quickly that an afterimage remained where he had stood.
The enormous golden cross in his hand was like a flyswatter. He caught up to the Vampires fleeing in every direction, and every downward swing smashed one of them into a cloud of blood mist.
The endless thumping echoed through the night. More and more red flowers bloomed across the snow, quietly opening beneath the moonlight.
The Vampire warlock had already turned to flee for his life. He transformed into a mass of black smoke and fled blindly into the distance.
However, his underlings had not bought him much time. Deathstroke dealt with them in mere seconds and was already pursuing him.
His flying speed was incredibly fast. He had started hundreds of meters away, yet in the blink of an eye, he was flying alongside the black smoke.
"Fellow Daoist, please stay."
As he spoke, he moved closer, seemingly intending to grab the mass of black smoke with his hand.
However, the glaring bright light and crackling current from the enormous cross slung over his