"Where are we teleporting to?"
Wanda had been staring at the green-haired girl for so long that the girl had apparently decided she was a lesbian and refused to give her a friendly look. Wanda was a little dazed, but fortunately, she still caught Deathstroke's gesture.
Simply put, he drew a circle.
Every Mage connected to Kamar-Taj knew that the Sorcerer Supreme never opened Teleportation Portals himself. He only waved his fingers around in circles in the air.
But whenever that happened, it was up to the juniors and subordinates to serve the Sorcerer Supreme.
"I'll give you some coordinates. It's eight hundred nautical miles south of Hawaii. It's summer there all year round, and theoretically, plenty of fruit can be grown there in the future." Su Ming took a slip of paper from his belt pouch, covered in a string of latitude and longitude coordinates. Its yellowed, curled edges showed that it had been written long ago.
Wanda took the slip, memorized the coordinates, then formed a ball of red light with one hand. Like sprinkling seasoning over a flatbread, she flung it through the air in a wide circle before thrusting out her palm.
With a faint crack in space, a Teleportation Portal instantly took shape. The sound and scent of ocean waves rushed out from the other side.
"Well done. Let's go, little Charles." Su Ming praised the Scarlet Witch, then pushed the bald man toward the portal.
Under Deathstroke's immense strength, the little bald man could not resist at all. Even though his wheelchair's wheels were locked, it still scraped two black streaks across the floor as it was shoved toward the portal.
Beyond the red portal lay the vast ocean, a mysterious expanse of black at night, glimmering with faint silver light.
"Wait, let the