For some reason, perhaps because Shane had amplified the sound disturbance with his Force Field, the aftermath of the explosion finally dissipated.
The Parademon legion that had once blotted out the sky had suffered catastrophic losses.
More than seven hundred thousand Parademons had been instantly vaporized in the explosion. Only a little over three hundred thousand remained, hovering in the sky and no longer daring to charge recklessly.
That metallic scraping sound rang out again, trembling with what might have been anger.
Under its harsh command, the surviving Parademons retreated to the upper skies. They still covered the heavens, while some grotesque factories in the distance continued hatching fresh Parademons in an endless stream.
Yet even when their numbers returned to over a million within seconds, they still obeyed the metallic scraping sound's orders.
They merely stared fixedly at the falling Shane. Apart from instinctive, uncontrollable shrieks, they made no further moves.
Like a swarm of puppets, they watched from afar, serving as a deterrent without advancing another step.
Just then, three powerful figures slowly emerged from the hurricane-like crimson dust clouds upon Apokolips.
Shane lowered his gaze slightly, guessing that the newcomers were members of Darkseid's Dark Elite Corps.
In the original work, every one of these guys possessed power enough to contend with—or even crush—most of Earth's Superheroes. They were one of Apokolips's three great weapons for conquering the universe.
The one on the left looked like Hulk from some neighboring movie set. He stood four or five meters tall, with savage muscles bulging beneath green skin, their lines grotesque and fierce. His upper body was bare, and only his head was covered by a heavy black war helmet.
Hulk held a scepter burning with dark-red flames. The fire atop it flickered continuously, scorching the surrounding air. With