"Cough, cough, cough... Ow, no, this is bad. I'm dying, I'm dying."
Constantine sat down against a streetlamp, coughing up several mouthfuls of black blood in succession. The shirt across his chest was soaked through.
"I can't take it anymore. Casting spells continuously really is too much for my body. Damn it, I feel like I can already see God waving at me."
"Last Day is gone."
Batwoman was blind now, so naturally she paid no attention to Zha Kang coughing up blood. In Gotham's rainy night, the dark knight stood silently in the street, likewise ignoring the crowd fleeing for their lives.
Under normal circumstances, people fleeing for their lives would feel safer upon seeing a Superhero. Some might even approach, hoping to seek shelter.
But that did not apply to Batwoman. When refugees saw her, they only kept far away and took detours around her.
"Ah, he disappeared. No idea who was so brave, but a light bomb the size of a basketball hit Last Day just now, and he got blasted away. Isn't that good news?"
Zha Kang trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, smoothed out the broken part, dabbed it with bloodied saliva, and pinched it between his lips.
To him, this was a good thing. At least he could catch his breath. Before this, there had not been a single friend by his side, and he could only stall Last Day with illusions. The pressure had been enormous.
Fortunately, Last Day was a crazy Superman.
Everyone said Superman had no Magic Resistance, but that was really just a meme.
Superman actually had extremely high resistance to common elemental attack spells, things like fire and lightning. The reason people said he had no Magic Resistance was because he was completely unable to resist