The Magic Floating Cloak swiftly carried Su Ming high into the sky, reaching the same level as the battlefield.
"Strange, why does it feel like you're flying faster? Is it an illusion?"
Su Ming touched a corner of the cloak and spoke to it.
Of course, the cloak wouldn't answer; it just shook a little, pretending to be an ordinary cloak.
Now, during the battle, it's good to be fast, so Su Ming didn't dwell on the issue.
Not far away was where Don was slaughtering the ghosts, who were like balloons surrounding a hedgehog, and they would die within two seconds of approaching.
But no one backed down; they had no fear in the name of the Goddess.
Su Ming had no intention of getting involved for now. He wasn't familiar with these monks, and no one was paying him, so he preferred to float nearby and observe Don's skills and attack habits.
"Hmm, right-handed, favors energy projection skills, flight speed not exceeding 200 meters per second, only wearing two pieces of cowhide armor..."
He scrutinized the mass of figures on the battlefield and noted each finding in his mind.
"A goat skull on the left arm might be a Divine Artifact; the feather pendant on the head also provides protection, with the power of witchcraft protecting her entire body."
"Her chest is almost flat, turning agilely... the fight is not without reason; she knows how to weigh benefits and avoid harm."
When the spirits were almost all dead, Su Ming had recorded a heap of combat data. Now, dealing with this woman seemed easy.
"Alright, get lost, useless souls."
He flew directly over, floating face-to-face in the air with Don, bluntly telling the useless ghosts to scram.
"You!"
Some spirits intended to retort, but were quickly pulled away by their companions, flying towards the ground.
Su Ming vaguely heard them communicating in Indian, something about 'this person has the aura of death' and 'our Goddess won't offend her,' and the like.
But as long as they left, the next step was for Su Ming to get Don to focus on him, creating an opportunity for Donna.
"Hello, beauty, can you hear me?" Su Ming hid the Godslayer behind him and communicated with Don.
"Get lost!"
Don only paused briefly before launching an attack on him, sweeping the energy beam in her hand like a giant sword.
Good, being able to hear and understand others' words is a weakness.
Her martial skills are ordinary, just purely swinging the beam, which is also a weakness.
The cloak simply performed an aerial flip with Su Ming, dodging the opponent's attack, and he stood in the air with his hands behind his back.
Now it's time to act quickly, removing her from the engraving state and preserving her soul.
With a well-devised plan, they began executing immediately.
Su Ming looked behind her and shouted, "Superman! Why are you here?! Don't interfere with my fight!"
His act was so convincing that even Donna, hiding high in the air, couldn't help but glance behind her, looking for that red-and-blue figure.
Su Ming almost wanted to cover his head. This silly girl, it was obviously meant to trick Don, why are you falling for it?
Fortunately, Superman's reputation was intimidating enough, and Don fell for it too, immediately turning her head to watch her back, guarding against any surprise attack from Superman.
After all, Superman's flying speed was astonishingly fast; if it were true, even a second's hesitation was unacceptable.
In reality, Batman would never deploy Superman and Mars Hunter to handle magical affairs.
Their magic resistance was practically negative; Superman had been repeatedly overwhelmed by magical foes, and Mars Hunter was even once mind-controlled by Morgan, serving her as a slave for a long time.
Why did the Justice League have Diana form the Dark Justice League?
Because she had the highest magic resistance in the league, in fact, Sea King wasn't bad either, but who could blame Diana for having the Shield?
Seeing Don fall for the trick, turning her head to find Superman's traces, the Magic Floating Cloak silently and rapidly approached her.
The Godslayer morphed into a lasso, swung in a perfect circle twice in the air, and lashed out at Don like a cowboy roping a horse.
"Gotcha!"
Perfectly looped around her neck.
Only then did Don realize something was wrong, but it was too late. Under Su Ming's direction, the Magic Floating Cloak immediately executed a long string of super maneuvers at maximum speed.
High-altitude dives, mid-air stops, consecutive barrel rolls, high Youyou follow low Youyou, and so on.
The cloak's flying techniques were so impressive that even Hal would shout in admiration.
Don's speed couldn't match the Magic Floating Cloak; she could only be dragged around and crashed through buildings, flying from peak to peak.
Wherever they went, dust and snow splattered, the thundering noise never ceased.
Gorilla and Albella on the square turned their heads left and right following the black-yellow trail in the sky.
Eventually, Albella lost interest first, knowing that Deathstroke's objective had been achieved. Don couldn't break free from the bind of Divine Metal and could only passively take a beating.
But solving the problem ultimately required her, the mage.
She immediately pulled out a piece of coal from her pocket and began constructing a Magic Array on the ground; soon, she would need to use the power of Hell to push back Hecate's control.
No need for brute force; just awakening Don's original consciousness and letting the body's original owner resist the control was enough.
In the air, Don's tongue was stretched long, but Su Ming would not give her a chance to breathe. Knowing she had the physique of an Atlantean, these damages were far from being life-threatening.
If he didn't vigorously wear her out, draining her spirit, then Donna's upcoming task would hit snags.
"Cloak, Uranus."
"Ah!!!!"
The black-and-yellow silhouette, towing a purple one, soared directly into the sky like flying a kite, quickly turning into a tiny bright spot and disappearing from everyone's sight.
Only Don's screams echoed amidst the flames and smoke.
In the square, people were left with their mouths agape, the bald monks dumbly staring at the sky, making croaking noises as if choked by a thick phlegm.
Is it over? The woman who had been slaughtering everything just now was so easily dealt with.
If Su Ming knew their thoughts at this moment, he would surely humbly tell them:
"Having identified so many weaknesses of the enemy, even if you wanted me slow down, I couldn't."
He directly dragged Don out of the atmosphere, though there was no need to actually head to Uranus; the woman seemed strong, but alas, she couldn't breathe in outer space, and now she was nearly suffocating.
However, the power of witchcraft still enveloped her, and she remained combat-capable.
Su Ming raised an eyebrow: "Have you ever heard of an earth-shattering slam from above?"
Of course, Don couldn't answer his question, just clawing at the air and trying to break free from the noose around her neck.
Su Ming spun around, plunged back into the atmosphere at high speed, watching the mountains and the square below grow clearer as he paused just before impact.
The inertia directly slammed Don into the ground behind him, causing the entire mountain to shake, triggering a rumble from the distant ranges.
"Earth-spiking is always handy."
The impact triggered a massive avalanche in the Himalayas.
He gently landed, catching his breath, with steam rising from his armor as he cooled down.
He lightly tugged the Godslayer, like fishing, pulling Don out of the crater in the plaza. She lost consciousness, hanging like a Sunny Day Doll, swaying on the rope.
Donna flew over, her gaze filled with resentment towards him.
Deathstroke was too strong; she wasn't needed at all!