Bruce: If You Have Something to Say, Say It Nicely-Put the Hostage Down First

High above, Zod's body flew higher and higher, from the troposphere through the stratosphere, all the way beyond the exosphere, hovering in the vast depths of space.

Originally, Zod had flown into the sky intending to use the strong winds to blow out the flames on his body.

Unfortunately, the physical properties of the flames condensed from Dark Energy were completely different from ordinary fire. Strong winds could suppress them, but could never extinguish them.

Zod could no longer care about that. The black flames had nearly tortured him mad. Compared to his body constantly healing and then being burned again, this state was practically heavenly bliss.

He could not stop. All he could do was keep accelerating and fly straight toward the sky.

After leaving the atmosphere, with no air resistance, the black flames blazed fiercely once more.

Just as Zod prepared to return to Earth, sunlight accelerated his healing. The flesh burned by the flames rapidly regenerated at an extraordinary speed.

Zod's eyes lit up. Little by little, the melted flesh was restored, and at last he gradually removed the black flames that clung to him like maggots to bone.

Light and darkness, energy fighting energy—using this method to cancel out Dark Energy seemed reasonable enough.

Once he had fully healed again, Zod bathed in sunlight. Every cell in his body greedily craved it, and the powerful force intoxicated him so deeply that he wished he could float in the sky forever, never leaving for even a moment.

A moment later, a black shadow burst out of the atmosphere. Seeing this, Russell immediately thought, This is bad. The thing I was worried about still happened.

He remembered the movie Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, where Clark and Doomsday fought from the ground into the sky and were