Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

He never discovered that Yin Li could do magic these days.

"This is the mysterious power of the East." Yin Li pulled Nightwing to his feet, "Let's go help Superman and the others."

Nightwing stood up and pushed his hand away, "No, you should run first."

"We can't leave here now. Look up, Nightwing. We're not in Gotham anymore."

Yin Li looked at the black altar.

"This is too dangerous. No matter what, you should stay away from here." Nightwing still disagreed.

"Don't worry, I can help. Now is not the time to talk about this." Yin Li didn't say much to him, and controlled the spiritual power to make the two of them fly up and fly towards the altar.

"Hey!" Nightwing shouted dissatisfiedly.

He felt like someone was pulling at his collar, which was a very uncomfortable feeling.

The two men approached the altar and finally saw the battle situation clearly.

The magic on the opposite side was dazzling, and Batman and Superman were a little overwhelmed.

Yin Li also saw clearly what was in the middle of the altar.

The thing was completely covered by Batman's cape.

Seeing Nightwing coming, Batman looked at him with disapproval.

Clark also looked at Nightwing disapprovingly. How could he bring Yin Li here?

"Be careful." Nightwing landed and at the same time resolved a magic attack on Batman.

Batman said mercilessly, "You shouldn't have come, Nightwing."

"Come on, there are so many things I shouldn't do." Nightwing didn't argue with him and attacked the enemy with the kari stick.

Yin Li observed for a while and found that although magic was flying everywhere, there were only 12 people who could make a difference.

The rest are just a mob.

Yin Li used his spiritual power to conjure up a bow, and the spiritual arrow shot towards the black-robed man who was casting magic.

Clark, who had been paying attention to Yin Li, reacted quickly.

He felt that if this arrow was shot, it would definitely kill someone.

So he dodged the magic attack flying in the air, reached out and grabbed Yin Li's arrow and crushed it.

“Don’t kill anyone.”

He hung in the air and looked at Yin Li with a serious expression.

The red cape fluttered behind him, and the big 'S' on his chest shone brightly.

His serious look was indeed full of majesty.

"I understand." Yin Li assured him.

Superman's face is strong and majestic.

It's the same face as Clark Kent.

But Superman's temperament is like that of a god.

His eyes are always filled with compassion when he looks at humans.

Superman, he is strong, kind, tolerant, gentle, compassionate, and fair...

It seems that all positive words can be verified on him.

He was too perfect, too perfect to be real.

God on Earth...

Yin Li retreated silently.

Clark vaguely felt that Yin Li seemed to be moving away from him.

But the attack from behind left him no time to care about Yin Li. He turned around and rushed towards the enemy, pouring out his anger that had nowhere to vent on the enemy.

Magic was flying everywhere, and the man in black robe was knocked down on the ground by Batman and others.

An extremely chaotic scene.

Yin Li looked at the bow and arrow in his hand.

He didn't mean to kill anyone either.

He never held back when dealing with monsters, and over time he developed a habit of doing so.

After being 'trained' by Superman, he also lost some interest.

Let's fight fast.

The magic circle drawn by blue spiritual power radiated outward with Yin Li as the center, covering everyone.

After the spiritual power surged, the magic circle started to rotate under Yin Li's feet.

This is the magic-proof barrier that Yin Li often uses.

The anti-magic barrier is particularly effective against the magic of the black-robed people. After they lose their magic, they become ordinary people.

Nightwing helps Batman knock them out.

Yin Li ignored Clark's hesitation and walked to Manas.

He took several punches from Batman and the wounds on his body were extremely painful.

He struggled to speak, "Are you here to laugh at me? It's so unfair. I paid so much to get this magic, and you also have... cough cough cough!"

Yeah, that's really unfair.

Yin Li once felt the same way.

He didn't have enough food to eat in the orphanage and envied those children who had no worries about food and clothing.

When he looked at students playing on the street while working after school, he also felt it was unfair.

He also felt it was unfair when he got the highest score in the written test but lost the scholarship because he didn't know how to please the teacher.

He also felt it was unfair when he had difficulty finding a job while his peers became managers in family businesses right after graduation.

There is no justice in the world. But that is no reason to do evil.

Manasi panted weakly, "I quite like you. Let's run quickly, the ritual is almost complete, and the high priest is coming back."

Yin Li was puzzled, "High Priest?"

He moved closer to Manasi and wanted to ask further questions.

Superman said unhappily, pulling him back, "Stay away from him."

His grip caused Yin Li some pain.

Yin Li pulled his hand back and rubbed his wrist, "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Superman."

Yin Li's attitude towards him was very cold, and Clark felt a little aggrieved.

The sky is still gloomy.

Several people were locked in this space and didn't know how to get out.

Batman is questioning them.

"The sacrifice wasn't tied up, but was left jumping around. You've also messed up the altar. You're really a bunch of rude guests."

Clark looked up at the sky vigilantly and blocked Yin Li behind him.

The person who appeared before him was the high priest in a red robe.

There were strange patterns on his robe.

"The high priest is here, it's all over." Manas fainted after saying the last sentence.

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The high priest also realized that his magic had weakened, and he looked at Yin Li in the center of the anti-magic barrier.

"I told you, that boy—Qin Yinli—would ruin the ceremony. But luckily I prepared another sacrifice."

The only response he got was the half-dead groaning of the black-robed man lying on the ground.

The red-robed high priest didn't care about their injuries.

He looked towards the center of the altar.

He was somewhat annoyed to find that his work was hidden by the black cloak.

"Batman, don't taint my perfect work of art with your cape."

He waved his hand, causing the cloak to flow off the girl.

Beneath the cloak is the body of a woman.

Her hair was extensions, her eyes were implants, her nose was new, her mouth was repaired, and her whole body was covered with stitches.

Batman didn't bother to say anything more as two batarangs flew towards the High Priest.

Superman flew up and attacked the high priest.

Seeing that the two were so ignorant, the high priest used magic to control Superman.

Batman's batarang hit his shield.

"We've played enough, it's time for the ceremony to begin."

The high priest waved his hand.

Blood flowed from the body of the black-robed man lying on the ground.

“You will also repay what you have taken from my Lord.”

Several torrents of blood converged at the altar, staining the lines in the depressions of the altar floor red.

Batman didn't just stand there and watch. He used his grappling hook to jump onto the stone pillar with the dog's head hanging on the altar, and wanted to use the high priest's shield to hook him over directly.

Before Batman hooked it, the blue spiritual arrow shot towards the high priest's shield quickly and broke through it.