A bloody, torrential rain fell in a dense sheet.
Now, the only things left in the previously clamorous battlefield were the roaring sounds of the Yellow Lantern warriors locked in a fierce battle with Superman.
The light of fear was condensed by the users into all sorts of weapons, continuously raining down upon the steel physique that seemed utterly impossible to breach.
Clearly, acting on Sinestro's orders, they were using these attacks to temporarily pin down Superman.
Although cruel desires lurked in the eyes of these bizarre-looking Yellow Lantern warriors, they still restricted the destructive power of their combat within a calculated range.
Constrained by the fact that he could never break away from the airspace above Metropolis, Superman dared not unleash his full power, forced repeatedly to be delayed by these Yellow Lantern warriors within a limited battlefield space.
At some point, Reverse Flash had already shed that lazy, arms-crossed appearance of a spectator.
His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, landing on a slope not far away.
A severely damaged Flash helmet was rolling clatteringly along the gradient of the road.
It finally stopped only after colliding with a protruding piece of pavement, lying crookedly in place.
The tremors around Reverse Flash gradually subsided, and he looked back to confirm that the girl was still suppressing the magic within her with all her might, before walking straight toward the shattered helmet.
Standing still, lowering his head, Reverse Flash suddenly let out an extremely faint sigh.
"So you were the unknown person killed first by Monarch."
After a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked at the suspended Yellow Lantern warrior in the air.
In the sky, Shane slightly furrowed his brow, instinctively raising his left hand wearing the Yellow Lantern ring.
He had never worn this