"Sigh."
After a dizzying whirl, Deathstroke and the others drifted down into a bizarre environment. It looked like every direction was made of red flesh that continuously wriggled.
Not far away, they could see several intact corpses of ancient gods, probably the teammates Set had devoured not long ago. Those enormous bodies were rapidly decomposing in a yellow liquid, turning into foul-smelling slime that constantly bubbled.
The sigh just now had come from Deadpool. He rubbed his sore butt, and after noticing the ancient god flesh beneath their feet, he began sighing toward an empty area.
"We got swallowed. For ordinary people, that would be unfortunate, but we're different. This stupid snake actually invited Dark Cousin into its body. Isn't that asking to die? Guys, let's make a bet. Pick one if Set dies within a minute, pick two if it dies after a minute! Slade, huh? What are you doing? Why did you suddenly change outfits?"
In the blink of an eye, Deathstroke in his Black and Yellow Armor had vanished. In his place stood a man dressed in golden, fish-scale armor in an Eastern style, wearing a golden crown with long pheasant plumes and carrying a Golden Staff.
"We were eaten, so I thought I'd go for something auspicious." Deathstroke, transformed into the Great Sage Equal to Heaven but lacking the coat of yellow fur, answered as he casually spun his staff through a set of flourishes. "You haven't read Journey to the West, have you? Sun Wukong often got swallowed by demons, but in the end, the monsters always begged him to come out. That's why this outfit fits the occasion."
Deathstroke was the All-Weapon Master, so staffs and clubs were naturally among his specialties.
"No, I've read it. I just can't remember the plot because of