When the towering figure stepped onto the beach, the tourists screamed in terror once more. Steppenwolf, returned from the dead, no longer wore his high-tech metal armor. Instead, his skin had turned dark gray, the muscles on his head had peeled away, exposing the bones of half his face. He radiated a thick stench of decay and icy cold, while dense black Qi flowed from his eyes.
As he walked, the sand beneath his feet gradually corroded, turning charred black as if it had been melted by fire. Every plant on the beach began to wither, the effect spreading across more than a thousand meters. Fish carcasses continuously floated to the surface in the sea behind him. Dark clouds covered the sky, and cold winds howled.
The roar of armed helicopter engines sounded from the horizon. But after taking one look from afar, the pilot grabbed the radio and said, "We need support! We need support! That monster from before has come back to life! Contact the President!"
Not far from the beach, the police were desperately evacuating the crowd. Watching the massive figure draw ever closer, they were terrified too, their legs trembling, but they dared not abandon their posts. They could only keep waving their batons to drive the crowd away and urge them to run.
The soldiers' vehicles soon arrived, but they received orders to remain where they were and not advance. Taking cover behind barricades, they nervously exchanged information. Meanwhile, the monitoring vehicles carrying instruments kept emitting piercing alarms, indicating that nearly every harmful reading had exceeded the limit.
When the Justice League arrived, everyone's attention focused on them. Every person looked at them with hope, but the expressions of the heroes were grim.
The brutal scene from their battle against Steppenwolf remained vivid in their