The sun peeked over the horizon, and Yang Bo sat on a sofa in the room, a cigarette between his lips as he watched everything happening in the city.
Even the walls could no longer obstruct his vision.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette.
Clark flew back just then, holding a figure who had already lost the ability to resist. It was none other than this world's Superman.
"Yang, the sun's coming up..."
Yang Bo nodded lightly. "Don't worry. Leave him to me. There won't be any problems."
Clark trusted Yang Bo completely and tossed Superman straight onto the floor. Superman was in a miserable state, his once-resolute face beaten into a swollen mess. Even with his formidable healing ability, he wouldn't recover anytime soon.
"Yeah. If possible, I'd like you to send him to New Krypton."
"Sure."
Yang Bo agreed to Clark's request. It was no trouble at all for him. He knew Clark didn't want to kill this world's version of himself, but he didn't want to leave him here to help the tyrant either.
Clark flew out through the window again to help the others wipe out the endless Parademons.
Yang Bo glanced at Superman on the floor, then gave him a couple of kicks. His eyes remained tightly shut, and he showed no reaction.
"Clark really didn't hold back."
Shaking his head with a smile, he walked to the window and looked out at the city that had been reduced to ruins. Yang Bo recognized it.
Metropolis.
A famous major city in the DC world, and the territory Superman protected.
Now, there were no signs of living people in Metropolis. All that remained were collapsed buildings and yellow sand filling the sky.
"What a tragedy..."
He turned to glance at Batman, who was with