Su Ming had put out a bit more strength than usual when he was in his own universe. After Strangle had eaten the Chicken-Ox Beast, the Black Sword, and Perpetua, it had long since surpassed the God of the Symbiotes. And Su Ming himself was a user of Cosmic Energy, proficient in both martial arts and force-generating techniques.
This was not simply one plus one. The relationship between a symbiote and its host had always been mutually reinforcing. The more Strangle ate, the more it gave back to Su Ming.
The Cloak of Levitation operated in parasitic mode. Everything it ate became its own.
Still, it was useful and brought plenty of convenient abilities, such as dimensional travel. If the cloak had still been awake, Su Ming would not have needed to use Channel 52's back door this time to bring people out of Hell or the City of Sephiroth.
Who knew how long it would sleep? The C'tan Shard seemed to have been far too nourishing. Could it be like a starving ghost eating dragon meat and overdoing it?
Once this operation was over, he could ask the Great Weaver to take a look at it.
As for the battle before him, Su Ming had not struck to kill. Otherwise, if he had used the Nightfall Greatsword, Hyperion would have been dead long ago. A single moment of distraction was enough for a Martial Arts Grandmaster like Deathstroke to cut off his head.
The goal of this operation was to search for Odin, not conquer a world. There would be plenty of time later, so letting Hyperion live a few more years was fine.
It was just that the figure he had hammered away earlier had flown off somewhere unknown again.
Su Ming flew past the terrifying hollow in