The Dumbest Method

The Black Lantern zombies had suffered a major setback for the first time, but no one knew about it except the Editorial Department and Supreme Little Superman.

Only the Editorial Department and Blackest Night Emperor understood the reason, but neither spread the word.

Far away in the Main Universe, Blackest Night Emperor looked at the reports sent back from the Origin Universe and remained silent for a long time. He had no choice but to force himself to shift his attention back to the present.

"Something unknown like this appeared during the years I was gone..."

Blackest Night Emperor raised his skeletal skull, terrifying White Light blazing in his eyes.

Scarface looked at him expressionlessly. "What thing? Logically speaking, no one in the multiverse should be your match."

"No, there is... I originally thought only my old nemesis was an obstacle, but I never expected there to be a second..."

"What?" Scarface pressed.

"It is precisely because I do not know what that thing is that I am... surprised."

Blackest Night Emperor looked at Scarface, his voice icy and carrying a chilling coldness.

Blackest Night Emperor racked his brains but still could not figure out what that thing was, much less understand why it gave him such a deadly sense of danger.

For one brief instant, Blackest Night Emperor had even felt that he might... die! As the supreme god of death, he had actually felt that he might die! His instincts told him that if he had continued entangling himself with it, he would have fallen into eternal slumber, his consciousness and spirit completely vanishing, never to awaken again.

That sense of threat... far surpassed what Genesis Light had made him feel back then.

When he had faced Genesis Light, Blackest Night Emperor had been at a disadvantage, but