The battle between the two Supermen shifted from the atmosphere into outer space.
That was good news for Earth.
But not necessarily for Batman and the others.
When the aftermath of their battle had swept across the globe earlier,
all the Parademons flying through the air had been swallowed by the spreading shockwaves, raining down onto the ground.
After the two Supermen left, they surged forward again without fear of death.
Although the Parademons caught in the battle had died,
even more Parademons were rushing toward the battlefield.
A few months ago, there had been billions of humans across the world.
Now, there were billions of Parademons across the world.
With Batman's group at the center,
the entire Earth was shrouded in a layer of gray haze.
That was billions of Parademons taking flight at once, blotting out the sky as they flew toward Africa and Kahndaq.
"I think we might have to take out our wills and hang them around our necks this time."
Atom, Ryan Choi, swallowed hard.
The buzzing of beating wings came from every direction.
No matter where they looked, there were Parademons everywhere, covering the sky and earth.
Parademons looked like insects, but they were far from weak.
In hand-to-hand combat, every Parademon was worth half a Batman.
"It won't help even if you stick your will to your forehead. There won't be any living humans left on Earth to read it, and it'll rot away in a few years."
"Unless you've got some stunning beauty you've never met on Apokolips. Write your will to her, tell her to reincarnate on Earth in her next life, and then the two of you can fall in love again."
Deathstroke was quite skilled at dirty jokes.
He drew a pistol, gripped a long blade, and readied himself