Whether Constantine could cast spells or not did not make much difference. He usually avoided using magic whenever possible and preferred solving problems with his brain.
You could call him a scumbag, a bastard, or worthless trash with no sense of responsibility, but you had to admit that Hellblazer was a smart man.
He claimed he wanted Deathstroke and Magik to put their hands on his shoulders for a sense of security, but Su Ming had long seen through him. He wanted to borrow a little of Illyana's energy through physical contact.
He had probably formed that plan the moment he saw the girl could cast spells and confirmed that her energy belonged to the dark side.
After all, Zha Kang was not familiar with Magik and had no idea what kind of person she was. In his eyes, the girl was simply a demon, so what was wrong with borrowing a demon's power to cast a spell?
If he had simply said that he wanted to borrow some energy, Su Ming would naturally have had Magik agree. But that was just Zha Kang's nature. If he could deceive someone, he would never tell the truth.
Still, it did not matter. There was no need to fuss over such trivial details as long as the outcome was good.
Su Ming nodded at Magik, signaling her to go along with it. Illyana pursed her lips helplessly and took a breath before placing her palm on Zha Kang's rear shoulder.
It seemed as though a breeze passed through the corridor, bringing a chill with it. Even the air appeared to grow thicker and more viscous.
Constantine hunched his neck and shivered. With his eyes closed, as if something had possessed him, he clutched the cross in both hands and began dancing like