The Dark Lord

The superheroes' battle against the army raged on.

Meanwhile, in the rear...

Darkseid sat upright on his floating throne, his cold gaze fixed on the man before him.

The man looked no different from an ordinary human, but the energy within him blazed like a star.

He had no idea why this man was doing that. It felt like someone shining their high beams in his face.

Was he afraid people wouldn't know how powerful he was?

But Darkseid had no idea that sitting on his throne would be his last minute of dignity for now.

Xiao Han hovered three meters in front of him, his black cape stirring without a breeze.

He wondered whether Marvel and DC had copied each other. No matter how he looked at this guy, he resembled Purple Potato—or perhaps Purple Potato resembled him.

He also couldn't understand why these aliens all coveted the meager scraps Earth had to offer.

The two stared at each other without a word.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

Two minutes passed.

Finally, Darkseid could stand it no longer. "You are not a being of this dimension," he said in a low voice.

Xiao Han's expression remained blank. "Darkseid, right? Kneel. I have a few words for you."

The entire battlefield fell abruptly silent.

"Insolence!"

The commander of the Female Furies seemed deeply insulted.

She attacked first, thrusting her energy spear straight at Xiao Han's back.

Crack.

She froze in the middle of her thrust.

Everyone stared at the elite warrior in horror.

Her body began crumbling from her fingertips, like a pencil drawing erased by an invisible eraser. In the blink of an eye, she became drifting grains of sand.

Several other generals of Apokolips charged in fury, only to freeze together as they took their first step.

Their metal