At this moment in Shangri-La, the air is filled with the scent of fire and destruction.
The most striking feature is the mountain-style castles, which look somewhat like the Potala Palace, but at this moment, they resemble giant torches, blazing fiercely in the city.
The dense cluster of palaces perhaps never considered how to deal with fires if attacked when they were first built, and now, one big blaze leads to another, lighting up half the sky.
Monks built these magnificent castles on the mountain slopes surrounding the snowy mountains, and after that, more and more casters arrived here.
In this place where time stands still, they built markets and houses. Perhaps they don't believe in any goddess, but witches are always welcome here.
But now, they're all desperately trying to escape.
Su Ming and others appeared in a corner of the square, and the cold wind from the snow-capped mountains immediately tensed their spirits.
Behind them were the town walls, and in front of them lay a devastated cluster of buildings.
A mage hurriedly ran over to them, unable to use his teleportation magic, but here in the plateau mountain, escaping on two legs alone was impossible.
"Where does your teleportation gate lead?" He quickly confirmed Albella was the one in charge and asked her urgently.
The female mage looked at Su Ming, then lowered her head to light a cigarette: "To Hell Main Street."
"Hell... alright, let me use it."
The mage hesitated for a moment, then tried to dive into the teleportation gate.
"Hey, use after payment." Albella grabbed his clothes, not letting go and even intending to cancel the teleportation gate.
"Alright, take this, let me go quickly, everything's going to be destroyed here."
The mage barely glanced as he pulled out a large gemstone from his robe and shoved it into Albella's hands, then dived headfirst into the teleportation gate.
Albella happily picked up the gemstone and inspected its quality against the distant firelight, watching the mage on the other side collide with a tall demon, she instantly shut off the teleportation gate.
"Nice, I should've been in the transport business from the start."
She pocketed the gemstone and looked up at the sky because two others and a gorilla were doing just that.
In the sky, there was a purple figure flying at high speed, battling a group of blue-white ghosts.
On the ground of the square, many bald heads in orange monk robes were lying down.
These were monks serving Kushina, capable of emergent spirits like 'Dead' Brand in times of danger, using spiritual bodies to fight enemies.
It's a bit of a sneaky tactic, as they can possess any ordinary person, attacking from within, much like Zhenzi.
Without special preparation, enemies can't hit them.
They resemble phantoms and smoke; you might touch them, but can't attack them.
However, at this moment in the sky, they burst one by one like balloons, turning to dust.
The purple figure was spraying a light beam from its hand like holding two massive light sabers, only needing to lightly slice these ghosts, causing them to be shattered.
"Tsk, the outfit of that figure looks a bit like North American native style." Su Ming said to Bo Bo beside him.
"That's right, it's Manito Dune, an Atlantean on land, known as 'Divine Don.'
Bo Bo's knowledge was impressive; despite the strong light glaring, and the rapid flying speed, he noticed something and quickly identified the controller's identity.
Upon hearing the name, Su Ming quickly matched it in his memory.
This woman was an Atlantean, but just a branch on land.
Long ago, Atlantis underwent several separations, some didn't like living underwater, so they moved to the land.
Afterward, the land branch gradually evolved into the indigenous Apache people.
She's a witch, but due to Atlantean constitution, her close combat skills are also impressive; she once served as a superhero, though she's retired now.
Divine Don was once a member of the Justice League, and she had good relationships with Batman and Green Arrow.
After the New 52 Rebirth, her story underwent some changes; now she serves as a caretaker at a community activity center in a small town in New Mexico.
With this thought, Su Ming glanced at Donna beside him because she was the woman with the most origin stories in the DC World.
Every time DC rebooted or editors changed settings, Donna's origin story would change.
Before Su Ming transmigrated, she already had twelve different origins...
"This is the power of the Witch's Hour..." Albella held her cigarette and watched the flying figure with her hands in her pockets: "Looks quite flashy."
"Can you handle her?" Su Ming asked her.
"I can take her down; I'm confident." The female mage pulled out a bottle to take a swig, wiping the corner of her mouth with her white hand back: "But I can't capture her alive."
Donna looked around at the surroundings; everything was destroyed beyond recognition.
"She's controlled; it's not her intention. We can't kill, right?"
While speaking, she also looked at Deathstroke with a questioning gaze but with a confirmed tone.
Batman probably instructed her not to let Deathstroke kill recklessly, especially familiar faces of the Justice League.
Su Ming had no need to kill her; Divine Don was a thing of the past; she barely uses her extraordinary powers now.
She spends her days caring for the elderly and children at the community center, a good person who wouldn't hinder Su Ming.
"Don't worry, Donna, she'll be alive." Su Ming watched the woman tear those souls into pieces in the sky, quietly waiting for the right moment.
"Uh... Limbs intact, right?" Donna's big eyes turned, showing an expression like a little animal.
This was her difference from Diana; she interacted more with ordinary people and recognized the outside society wouldn't favor Amazon's ways.
Someone like Deathstroke, who knocked out her beautiful sister without hesitation, would surely respond to softness, not hardness.
She decided to use her cuteness to influence him, gently persuading him to be kind.
Su Ming fiddled with his weapon, finally transforming the Godslayer into a long rope, skillfully weaving a coil: "No need to sever her limbs; you take out the lasso, and I'll use it when I bind her."
Donna also had a lasso, but while Diana's rope called the Lasso of Truth, hers was the Persuasion Lasso.
The effect varies slightly; the Lasso of Truth forces truth-telling, while the Persuasion Lasso allows Donna to control those with less willpower, like puppets.
Regarding Donna's willpower, Amazon Warrior's will is unquestionable, rigid as steel, certainly stronger than Don, who retired.
Superheroes generally don't retire unless physically incapable of fighting or mentally affected somehow.
Don falls in the latter category; seeing too many fights between superheroes and villains harming ordinary people, she couldn't bear her conscience's condemnation and retired.
Now, her willpower becomes her weakness, trying the opponent's strength first, using Donna's lasso as a backup.