However, they were still one breath away from driving the Black Death Emperor completely out of this universe. If they did not use their trump card, he would cling to this place by every means possible because of the sunk costs involved.
This was not a good place for a duel. On one hand, the Black Death Emperor had long made arrangements here, making it half his home turf and putting the side of justice at too great a disadvantage. On the other hand, this universe itself was not stable enough; its strength was too low. If they truly fought here, it could easily fall apart.
So they had to drive the Black Death Emperor out of here. They needed to choose the battlefield for the final battle themselves so they could make use of their home-field advantage.
Inside a crematorium in Seaside City, Atlan grabbed one of the Allen couple. As his pale hand slowly tightened, the Power of Death seeped out through Mrs. Allen's nose and mouth, winding around Atlan's arm. After a while, her breath grew weaker and weaker. Mrs. Allen turned back into a corpse and fell to the ground.
Mr. Allen had also been drained dry by Steppenwolf. Dr. O'Dell cowered and trembled in the corner, but he still failed to escape the fate of being turned back into a corpse. Amanda, who had already transformed into a monster, escaped disaster, but Steppenwolf and Atlan paid her no attention.
"That Superman is too much trouble," Steppenwolf said in a low voice. A flicker of fear crossed his horrifying face of peeling flesh. Superman had killed him four times already: thrown into the sun, melted by lasers, frozen into an ice sculpture, and even torn directly into pieces. Superman's power was growing stronger and stronger, with