A ball of red light appeared on the battlefield.
A hint of embarrassment entered Bruce's eyes. He recognized that thing.
Omega Effect energy.
Back on Apokolips, he had watched it burrow straight into his butler Alfred's body.
Now he desperately wanted to beckon it into his own body. Who wouldn't want Omega Beams that could turn corners?
With that power, he and Alfred could team up against more than just Clark. Even if Darkseid crawled back out of hell, they could beat him right back into it.
But the Omega Beams circled once, then suddenly flew into the distance as though drawn by something-straight toward Yang Bo.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Bo held the Omega Energy in his palm.
On the rooftop, Clark knelt on the ground, clutching his lover and mother tightly as he sobbed uncontrollably. The joy of regaining those he had lost, coupled with the crimes he had committed during this time, tormented him.
Although Darkseid had manipulated him and influenced his mind, everything he had done had come from his own desires.
Yang Bo looked at the Omega Effect energy in his hand. He had forcibly seized it. If he hadn't interfered, it would still have chosen Alfred...
Double the fun.
Before long, Bruce, Clark, and the others arrived on the rooftop.
Clark carried the lifeless Darkseid along with several enemies he had knocked unconscious. He planned to send them back to the Laboratory or to the Collector, Tivan. There was no particular reason; it was simply a habit.
There was no shame in earning money to support a family. Everyone made a living with their skills.
Diana looked at Superman kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly, and couldn't bear the sight. She walked over to Yang Bo and asked, "Yang, is there