The path was difficult to traverse. Without the maintenance of the Great Mage stationed there and the apprentices, the Sanctum Sanctorum had become an undeniably perilous place.
All manner of magical traps, minor demons taking advantage of the chaos to invade the Main Dimension, unstable temporal and spatial conditions, and other such incidents occurred one after another.
In short, this was definitely not some trendy tourist attraction.
After Diana, who had been leading the way, was attacked by a Fourth Dimension slug, Deathstroke refused to let her take point anymore. No one wanted to see his woman's face blasted black, and at least for Su Ming, who was white on the outside but yellow at heart, he could not appreciate dark-skinned women.
"You take the lead."
Pulling Diana back and tenderly wiping the soot from her face after the invisible slug had spat a fireball at her, Su Ming kicked Little Cousin to the front to clear the way.
"I don't know the first thing about magic. Let's be clear: I don't mind leading the way, but you'll have to pay extra." The outline of a sleazy grin appeared beneath Wade's mask as he started rubbing his fingers together again.
"Five hundred more."
Diana was not like ordinary women. She did not need anyone's protection or special treatment; she even considered being protected dishonorable.
But Su Ming had long since become too powerful for her to oppose. All she could do was glare at him with her big eyes in protest, only to watch him pay Deadpool on the spot.
As long as the money was right, even a Celestial could be taken down. Having accepted his cousin's money, Wade truly displayed impressive professional dedication. He began imitating Michael Jackson's Moonwalk, sliding backward through the pitch-black corridor as he scouted