Normally, taking on over a hundred Kryptonians with their superpowers activated would have been an impossible death trap for Mal and Mia.
Forget a hundred. Even more than three Kryptonians would have left the two of them with almost no chance of survival.
But now...
For one thing, without the continuous supply from the Yellow Sun Bracelets, these ferocious Kryptonian warriors were steadily weakening across the board.
The battle between the Instructor and the Phantom King had also sent the entire continent shaking violently, distracting the Kryptonian prisoners who had spent so many years living at the Phantom King's mercy.
After all, they had grown accustomed to the Phantom King's absolute invincibility. They had never imagined anyone could match him head-on.
With his absolute authority shattered, most of the already unruly Kryptonian prisoners naturally began entertaining other ideas.
A small number had even slipped away in secret. Naturally bold, most of them probably wanted to gamble on the possibility of the Phantom King losing.
Of course, even if the Phantom King won, they could simply hide among the land fragments shattered by the battle and flee into the void far from the Red Continent.
They could survive here without eating anyway. The cost and difficulty of hunting them down afterward would be far too high.
Finally, Mal really had not expected this from Mon-El.
Despite having a face that looked every bit as kind and friendly as the Superman from Mal's universe, Mon-El was actually even fiercer in battle. Superman's saintly character could be said to have resulted from a combination of factors.
The tragic history of his destroyed homeworld, the earnest guidance of his biological father's projection, and the positive upbringing provided by his adoptive parents on their Kansas farm.
Earth's boundless expectations of Superman.
But Mon-El was different.