The Cloak had snapped the man's limbs. Thrown onto the waterlogged grass, he could only groan in pain and writhe like a worm.
He wore a long yellow robe and a pointed yellow hood. At first glance, he looked like a member of the Ku Klux Klan. Two holes in the hood revealed his eyes, which were filled with terror as he looked at Deathstroke.
"Talk. Where is The Batman Who Laughs?"
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"
The hooded man made strange noises. Diana looked at Deathstroke curiously. They had barely been apart, so how had this become tangled up with that madman again?
Bobo drew the Magic Sword from his suit pocket and moved closer. "I'd say he has no tongue. If you can read minds, now's the time."
Diana tilted her head, leaving it to Su Ming. He merely shook his head. He had plenty of abilities now, but telepathy wasn't one of them.
Godslayer turned into a hook and pulled off the man's hood. If he could operate a Magic Circle and summon those monsters here, he had to be a sorcerer.
"Do you recognize him?"
In the moonlight, the hooded man's face was revealed. He was a somewhat aged middle-aged man, with strange black markings across his face that looked like ink spreading beneath his skin.
Terror filled his face, as though he had encountered something beyond his understanding.
Then again, a sorcerer would hardly understand the Cloak of Levitation. No spell worked against it, and once it wrapped around him, he lost all his magic.
This time, the woman and the ape shook their heads. Bobo thought he knew more than ninety-nine percent of the Main World's magic users, but apparently this man belonged to the other one percent.
Diana could only confirm that he wasn't a