The other city in the sky flew away like a tiny pixel blotched with red sewage, seeming slow but actually fast. Within just a few breaths, it vanished from everyone's sight.
As for whether they had noticed Deathstroke's group, and why they had not attacked, there was no need to delve into such questions. The Evil Thought Nobles possessed no capacity for thought. Amid endless chaos, they merely followed the Hand of the Void's commands.
After that thing departed, the stench in the air remained. Cheetah rose while covering her nose, looking thoroughly helpless.
"Over here! Deathstroke, I found something."
Just as she was about to complain, Sinestro rose from the ruins several hundred meters away, glowing yellow. He called Deathstroke over and nodded toward the new discovery beneath his feet.
Everyone reached his side in almost three seconds, forming a circle to inspect his so-called discovery.
They were currently deep within the temple ruins. The room, whose original purpose was unknown, did not appear very large. Collapsed walls had buried some things on the floor.
While investigating with his Power Ring, Sinestro had accidentally discovered a corner of some patterns drawn on the ground. He did not understand magic and such, so he called Deathstroke over to take a look.
If it had been a Marvel or DC Magic Circle, Su Ming might have recognized a few, such as Vishanti's triangular sigil or Trigon's three interlocking circles.
But asking him to identify Yuan-ti magical patterns?
Their race was nearly extinct. What use was it to know such obscure magic? He might as well memorize the casting materials for African Voodoo. Even a manual on how to use bat droppings would be more useful than this.
So Su Ming could only have the princess take a look. She had been