Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that such a powerful enemy could be injured greatly encouraged them. They exchanged glances, then pressed on, using their superb coordination to continuously inflict wounds on Steppenwolf.
Steppenwolf had long since lost his earlier arrogance. He wanted to pick them off one by one as before, but their coordination had improved considerably. The moment one of them was injured, they retreated at top speed while the others swiftly moved in. Not only could he not hurt them, but his own openings kept being exploited.
He wanted to use brute force to drive them all back at once, but he no longer had that much strength. Fighting across Metropolis, Amazon, and Atlantis had consumed most of the stamina he had stored up, and he could not replenish it through photosynthesis. Although the others had been knocked down by the power of fear, they could use this time to recover some of their strength. He no longer held the advantage in raw power.
Finally, when the God of Fire Sword pierced his chest, Steppenwolf could no longer endure it. He let out a long howl. Suddenly, a shadow blanketed the skies above Metropolis. A gigantic red spindle-shaped spacecraft appeared over the East Coast.
Countless Parademons descended. The Justice League members' faces immediately darkened. Damn it, they had forgotten he still had an army!
The others gritted their teeth and prepared to continue the final battle. Only Diana seemed to sense something as she looked toward Metropolis. She knew Batman was about to arrive.
At Wayne Manor, bare-chested Bruce picked up a Golden Apple and put it into his mouth. A faint gleam flashed through his eyes, and his body began to change: the wrinkles on his face gradually vanished, his features became sharper, and