Su Ming could see both gates at once. He chose the Gate of Thorns simply because he preferred reality.
As they walked down the broad, cluttered street, some of the demons kneeling by the roadside peered at the human traveling with Satan. Mazikeen merely raised a hand, and their eyeballs melted inside their sockets.
"How did you pinpoint Diana's location?"
She was rather curious. Even she could no longer use magic to determine where Circe had taken Wonder Woman. The energy flows of the Magic World were now like a ball of yarn a cat had torn apart—witchcraft, magic, order, and chaos were all tangled together.
Su Ming merely took his Nightfall Greatsword from his belt pouch and tapped the star-bright Tenth Metal upon it with his knuckles, producing two crisp clangs.
Mazikeen understood at once, and a hint of admiration appeared in her expression.
"So you had been laying the groundwork since then?"
"Just a contingency plan." Su Ming slipped through the gap between the doors. Though it was called a gap, the gate itself was dozens of meters high, and the opening was wide enough for a car to pass through. "When I teamed up with Diana against Darkseid, I gave her a piece of Tenth Metal to stick beneath the hairline at the back of her neck, just in case she was brainwashed or controlled. She put one on a few months ago. This time, it seems she had grown so used to it that she forgot it was even there."
"Then, through Tenth Metal's resonance, even if Circe took her to another dimension or even another Timeline, you could still use Creation Metal resonance to lock onto their location."
Mazikeen tacitly allowed Deathstroke to walk beside her. This Deathstroke might not have been as strong as