The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 911

"Honestly, if you had used your superpowers a second later I would have screamed."

Kid Flash took off his mask and wiped the cold sweat off his face. Even though he was more than ten meters away, he could feel the heat rising from below.

Zatanna said nothing. With the help of magic, she floated to the wall closest to her and began to feel around on it. After a few seconds, she changed to another wall and began to feel around.

"What are you doing?" Robin came closer, wanting to see if there was anything he could do to help.

"I want to find the magic responsible for supporting this trap. This kind of sustained magic is obviously not a random act. The caster must have engraved some magic here."

"Then have you found it?"

"No." Zatanna shook her head. "Everything here is beyond my knowledge. I used to think the Zatara family's collection of books was enough for me to deal with most situations in the world. It seems I underestimated everyone."

"What should we do?" Kid Flash asked anxiously. "We can't go back either. There's a big boss there that we can't deal with."

"Don't worry about that." Zatanna clapped her hands, dusting them off. "We can't go back now. You don't think this trap is just a deep hole dug in the floor, do you?"

"Uh, what else?"

The staunch supporter of materialism said so. Zatanna had no feeling at all about this superstitious behavior at this moment, but in order to make the other members of the team understand, she still patiently explained it.

"That's impossible. How could the person who set the trap know where we would say the forbidden word? This is an application of spatial magic. Once the forbidden word is spoken, it will take effect next to the intruder."

Robin immediately drew inferences from his experience and said, "So, although we appear to be only one floor away from the wizard boy, we're actually a lot further away, right?"

"That's right." Zatanna snapped her fingers. "You're very smart, Captain. Maybe you have a talent for learning magic."

"Thank you for the compliment, but let's find a way to leave here first."

Robin wiped the sweat off his forehead. The temperature here was really not suitable for an ordinary person like him. If he stayed any longer, he felt that he would most likely faint from the heat or become dehydrated.

"If Zatanna can trigger traps with words, can we also stop magic with words?"

Wonder Girl put forward her own opinion. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she did not get stage fright but continued to explain.

"The Olympian gods always like to watch the performance of warriors and decide whether to reward or punish them."

"If it were a normal magic tower, it might not work, but this is the Tower of Destiny, maybe we can give it a try."

Zatanna touched her chin, agreeing with Wonder Girl's opinion. She waved her hand, took out the key to the Tower of Destiny, and shouted.

"I am Zatanna Zatara, daughter of Giovanni Zatara and heir to the power of anti-speech magic. My companions and I have come here on a mission commissioned by Dr. Kent's companion, the Justice League, to help him break free from the bondage of the God of Chaos."

The sound echoed in the small sound space. After a few seconds, the tunnel began to vibrate. Everyone looked down and found that two stone slabs had appeared below and were slowly merging, blocking the hot magma.

"It works! Wonder girl you're a genius!"

Zatanna came over to Wonder Girl and hugged her, then used magic to slowly descend until everyone landed.

"I really do like the feeling of my feet touching the ground." Kid Flash excitedly jumped on the spot, then ran around the room like someone with ADHD. "Alright, be quiet." Robin rolled his eyes at his friend. "We're only out of danger for now, we haven't escaped from here yet."

"That's easy." Zatanna held up the key. "Now that we know the solution, everything is simple."

As she spoke, Zatanna poked the key into the wall beside her, but Kid Flash did not approve of this move.

"You don't think there's a keyhole in this wall, do you? I checked it just now when I walked around this room, and there's nothing but bricks and cracks everywhere."

Facing the confident Wally, Zatanna gave a mysterious smile.

"Really? Then let's wait and see."

During the conversation, the key in Zatanna's hand had already touched the wall. As Kid Flash's disdain turned into shock, the key slid smoothly into the stone brick like a hot knife cutting butter.

Zatanna twisted it, and with a click, the stone wall actually tilted slightly, like a locked door.

"Don't be so sure next time, Science Boy."

Zatanna joked, then reached out and pushed open the stone wall, and then a staircase leading upwards appeared in front of everyone.

"Please, everyone."

...

"What should we do now, Master?" Abra asked anxiously. "They might find the Helmet of Destiny before us."

"You are always like this, Abra." Korari looked calm, in stark contrast to his men.

"If you keep being like this, it will be hard for you to achieve anything in magic. Oh, I forgot you don't know magic at all. You're just a little thug who bullies the elderly with an electric baton."

At this point, Klari made himself laugh, and the cat in his arms also made a mocking sound, which made Abraton feel humiliated, but in the face of absolute strength, it was useless for him to be angry.

Therefore, Abra could only suppress his anger and still speak respectfully.

"Master, that's true. However, I'm just afraid that those little guys will put on their helmets and use them against you. After all, the cunning Nabu god can unleash his immense power once he possesses a target."

"That's true." Klari showed a disgusted expression as if he had eaten a bug. He had always been dismissive of Naboo's method of descending into the real universe.

Of course, only the wizard boy himself knows whether he really looks down on Nabu or uses disgust to hide his envy.

"Come on, old man, you don't have a key that can be of use, do you?"

Klari snapped his fingers at Kent, and a scarlet mist suddenly emerged from the latter's body, and the latter accidentally inhaled a little of it.

Mr. Kent's body began to tremble, and when he opened his eyes again, his originally emerald green pupils were tinted with a few traces of scarlet.

"Now, lead the way, old man."

(End of this chapter)