It was not just one fist, but countless fists pushing through the clouds in a rush, falling from the burning crimson sky like meteors and lighting up the entire heavens.
The sound of giant fists striking the ground, the dirt blasted into the air, and the thick stench of sulfur made everyone feel as though they had been cast into Hell.
After unleashing over a hundred blows upon the spot where The Batman Who Laughs had stood, only a second had passed. Trigon withdrew his hand, folded his arms across his chest, and confidently told Raven, "Daughter, we're going home."
Constantine lay sprawled on the ground like a pile of trash, wriggling like a worm as he tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
If Raven failed to understand his plan and actually told Trigon, "Kill Constantine too," he could guess what Trigon's choice would be.
Compared to his daughter, the price of breaking a contract was no more significant than a scratch.
Constantine's plans had all been for the sake of saving the multiverse. Just as summoning Trigon to deal with Nabu had been fighting poison with poison, he knew perfectly well how terrifying the power within Raven was.
Sending Raven back home for training was naturally meant to give her the power to fight Perpetua. Though Darkening was inevitable, Zha Kang still had a backup plan that could pull her back.
Now he could only hope Raven understood his intentions. For the sake of the universe, she would just have to endure a little longer.
Nabu had merely lost an avatar and been driven back from the Main Dimension. For a Lord of Order, getting another suit and helmet would take no time at all. Constantine, on the other hand, absolutely could not die now. He still