Odin was sent flying by the monster before him once again, but this time, someone caught him in midair.
Not only that, the person behind him held him in a princess carry, spinning several times through the air before slowly landing.
Why did Odin stubbornly keep pouring energy into Gungnir and activating it when he knew it was ineffective against the monster? Had he really gone senile?
Of course not. It looked as though he was attacking the enemy, but he had actually been sending out intermittent signals in secret.
Before leaving Odin's Slumber, he had casually grown several branches in preparation for tracking an enemy into another dimension or somewhere else. Though he had not expected to end up in a Parallel World, his preparations had finally come in handy.
The reinforcements had arrived. As expected of the Sorcerer Supreme. He just did not know what price Deathstroke would demand this time.
He had been delighted when he sensed someone following the clues he had left behind. After all, reinforcements had arrived.
However, when Deathstroke caught him with such an exaggerated entrance and then carried him down with such flair, not only did his one eye turn as lifeless as a dead fish's, he also felt a little sick.
The moment they landed, he hurriedly pushed Deathstroke away, dusted off his shoulder, and found himself an excuse:
"Why did you only get here now?"
That was called changing the subject. After all, two women nearby were watching with curious expressions, especially that Earth God of Thunder, who was enjoying the spectacle so much that she actually started clapping.
"Old man, is that how you speak to an ally and the person who saved your life?" Su Ming removed his mask, revealing a smile. With one hand, he drew the