Before long, Su Ming, transformed into Little Black, flew back from outside and arrived between Magik and Satana. Like the other demon gods, he idly rubbed against the barrier.
"Illyana, it's me."
As he conjured claws with his bare hands and scratched at the barrier, producing a sound like fingernails on a blackboard, he whispered to Illyana.
Illyana was currently in her demon god form. Her long red hair billowed through the air, and she no longer looked remotely human, appearing instead as nothing more than a twisted ghostly face.
"I know," Illyana whispered back, continuing to saw at the Dark Dimension with her white greatsword.
Satana's eyes shifted, and a smile appeared on her face as she eagerly pressed closer. "Oh my, isn't this—"
Before she could spout any nonsense, Su Ming clapped a hand over her mouth and pinned her against his chest. "If you dare ruin my plans, I'll snap your neck and send you to your father, Satannish, as a gift. Let him torture you for ten thousand years."
"Teacher, let her go. She's just joking. Her dimension still depends on my help for now, so she wouldn't dare do anything." Illyana grabbed Satana by the neck and took her from Deathstroke's grasp. "What's our next step?"
"How many minions did you bring?" Su Ming glanced around. Illyana had picked a good spot; the weaker demon gods were all clustered here.
"I brought around three million Tentacle Creatures. There are as many of those things in Limbo as there are snowflakes in Siberia," Magik answered bluntly. "Satana's dimension was only just reclaimed. She only has some Succubi under her command, and they have no combat ability, so she didn't bring them."
"Sacrifice those Tentacle Creatures. Wait for my signal, then summon the Anti-Trinity—Three Who Are All.