Perhaps Deathstroke was simply too persuasive, or perhaps Solus had already prepared for this. The patriarch of the Inheritors merely gave him a deep look before instantly turning into a beam of light and vanishing.
Not only him, but all of his named children were teleported away at the same time.
The Dimensional Demon Gods had directly intervened to retrieve them. Deathstroke had ways to stop them, but there was no need. It was better to let those Vampires retreat back into their castle.
The family's minions had all been left behind. They were probably the last stock of Clones and trained hounds, and they were still fighting madly.
"Ah? That's it?" Wade's whole body slumped, his shoulders drooping as he looked deeply disappointed. "I thought he'd roar out some villain lines, then charge over and trade a few moves with you, Slade."
"If he did that, he wouldn't be Solus. He'd be Bruce Hulk." Su Ming was not disappointed. He merely turned his gaze toward the abandoned family minions with interest. "He may be huge, but he's lived long enough. Like me, he's started playing the multiversal game. He isn't some mindless brute."
He really was decisive. The moment he saw an unfamiliar Deathstroke, he must have immediately realized that he was the victim of a mantis stalking a cicada, only for an oriole to wait behind. Fighting here would only mean dying for nothing. Better to retreat home and regroup.
There were plenty of ruthless people among the New Avengers and New X-Men. He probably could not handle Legion alone, and now these troublesome characters had been tossed to Su Ming to deal with.
That was probably what Solus thought, but he had guessed Deathstroke's personality wrong. Mercenaries did not participate in meaningless battles, and if possible, force