These cannon fodder spawned from chaos had virtually no effect on the battle between the few of them. Five meters tall counted as a giant among these grunts, but even if they jumped, they could not reach the women's knees. Daisy could crush dozens with a casual stomp. What threat were they?
The flesh-and-blood buildings around them, like something from a horror movie set, were products of prolonged corrosion. They only looked disgusting. A few monsters occasionally leaped out of the flesh, but that was all.
Daisy and Deathstrike had little need for the battlefield itself. As for those swamps, they had existed before the One-Eyed Alien arrived. Who knew what the primitives of the Cancerverse wanted such a giant mud pit for? It did not affect the battle either.
It affected Thanos, but for Daisy and Death, fighting on water or in a swamp made not the slightest difference.
Daisy's effort to alter reality left the One-Eyed Alien somewhat baffled. What was this woman doing?
In truth, Daisy was just bored and looking for something to do.
The One-Eyed Alien had no real physical attack methods. He seemed to have plenty of tricks, but they all amounted to different forms of mental corruption.
The emotions and thoughts Daisy had collected were nearly exhausted. Now she had to use ten portions of Star Mark power to resist one portion of his mental corruption. No matter how she calculated it, she was losing out.
She could not use her ultimate move, and close combat would leave her vulnerable to mental corruption. She did not want to suffer through that, and she was afraid he might give her one vicious blow before dying. So what could she do? Countless predecessors had taught her the answer: keep slacking off!
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