Whether Beast had truly understood the human's mockery, or simply had no patience to begin with, no one knew.
The moment Deathstroke finished speaking, the Ancient God's attack followed, and this time, it was clearly serious.
The shadows of the three came alive. They tore themselves from their respective masters' heels, then stood up like paper cutouts. Bathed in the red sunlight above, they cast shadows of their own, and those shadows began repeating the same process.
In the blink of an eye, the three people's shadows had formed an army. Though they were all two-dimensional figures like paper cutouts, they clearly possessed the strength and agility of their originals.
"Shadow manipulation combined with the Shadow Clone Technique?" Rather than panicking, Su Ming almost wanted to laugh. "Then you must be hiding somewhere in the shadows too, right?"
"So what if I am? Can you find me? Even the Vishanti cannot accomplish that, much less a mere Sorcerer Supreme—a mortal."
Different voices spoke the same words from the positions of every shadow person. They carried an eerie chill, all in impeccable London accents.
But Su Ming could not be bothered to listen to its nonsense. He merely tilted his head at Wanda and gave a short order:
"Turn off the light."
The Red Sun in the sky had been created by Wanda's Chaos Magic combined with Deathstroke's Light of Creation. It was not actually a star, but a manifestation of the concept of "light"—perhaps it was simply a large glowing disc.
Naturally, like every other lifeless thing created by magic, it was controlled by its creator.
"Oh."
The Scarlet Witch nodded, and in an instant, all of Hell went dark. The light vanished without a trace.
At the same time, the shadow army created by Beast vanished as well.
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