Energy Feast

A blue beam pierced the night sky.

The air around the pillar of light began to distort, and the gravitational field spiraled out of control. Glass windows in distant buildings let out shrill groans before shattering and falling in sheets.

Chu Hang could feel that energy—pure, immense. It was not solar energy; it was hard liquor, capable of burning through his throat in a single gulp.

He extended his right hand, spreading his fingers toward the pillar of light.

An invisible spatial passage crossed ten kilometers and pierced precisely into the energy core.

Energy surged in.

The Law Domain shuddered violently. The power that had only just advanced and remained unstable began to solidify and grow heavier beneath the wash of that energy.

The tiny cracks on the surface of the spatial crystal pillar were mended, and the dark gold at the center of the vortex of force deepened. Even the imprisoned Speed Force settled down somewhat.

He devoted part of his attention to observing the distant battlefield.

Superman was locked in a bitter struggle. More than a dozen Kryptonian warriors coordinated seamlessly, using their armor to wear him down without pause. He was like a lion surrounded by a wolf pack, already wounded.

Chu Hang could see it clearly: Zod had yet to make a move.

He was waiting until Superman was at his most exhausted before delivering the final blow.

Chu Hang was waiting too—for the World Engine's energy output to reach its peak, and for Zod and Superman to truly ignite each other's fury.

The more chaotic this show became, the better.

The sensation of energy flooding in was brutal. The absorption efficiency was low, and more than half of it was going to waste.

Chu Hang frowned.

He mobilized the newly fused power of time within