Su Ming did not need to ask to know that Zha Kang had marked him with magic.
That bastard was smart as hell. He knew that staying near Deathstroke was always the safest place. Even if Multiversal Destruction came, Deathstroke would still survive, so he had made Deathstroke his "beacon" or "Lightning Rod."
Su Ming had originally been Barry's Speed Force Lightning Rod, an anchor point. If Constantine had enough energy, then crossing time and space really was something he might be able to accomplish.
It was not strange. The Legends even knew a Zha Kang from the CW Universe. That Constantine was far, far weaker than the genuine Earth-0 Zha Kang before them, yet he still opened Teleportation Portals all the time and took the Legends racing through the Timeline and outer space.
Besides, he had gone to Eternia earlier. That place lacked humanity and light, but it certainly did not lack all sorts of high-grade energy.
"Can your magic be used here?" Su Ming no longer pursued why Zha Kang had appeared here. He was more interested in the Dark Tower Multiverse's adaptability.
Constantine, cigarette hanging from his lips, was still waiting for a drink. He grinned crookedly and pointed at his nose.
"I'm the Master of Dark Arts. The dark energy here is off the charts, Slade. The essence of magic is using thought to alter reality; it's also a way of applying Cosmic Energy. If someone knows how to drive a car, they can probably drive a tractor too."
Constantine looked immensely smug and even raised his eyebrows at Deathstroke.
But the moment he opened his mouth, Su Ming knew he was lying again.
Right now, Zha Kang probably could not use any magic apart from that tiny flame. His ability to light cigarettes with a