The writhing cocoon split open with a tiny crack. It had originally been made of nothing but smoke, yet now it possessed a solid, durable physical form. The transformation seemed to have been completed soundlessly in an instant.
That was somewhat difficult to understand, because it made no sense. Among the demon gods, very few could transform energy into matter, let alone do so in the blink of an eye.
Neither science nor magic.
Still, there was no need to go down that rabbit hole. When dealing with the Old Ones, never dwell too deeply on anything unreasonable or inexplicable. If you were not careful, you would go mad before you thought it through.
Some black water flowed out through the tiny opening. Deathstroke reacted quickly, pulling a Melt Grenade from his belt pouch and stuffing it inside.
"Pfft."
It could be said to have had absolutely no effect. The black water was far more viscous than expected. When the grenade exploded inside the giant cocoon, it merely made a sound like a fart. Forget a fiery blast—there was not even a spark.
The black cocoon wriggled. It did not strike back; instead, it seemed as though it was being scratched and was waiting for Deathstroke to scratch it some more.
The opening in the giant cocoon curved into an angle like a "√," as though it were smiling.
Su Ming did not hold back either. He clenched his fist and unleashed a blast of Cosmic Energy. Since the other party wanted to test his offensive power, he would grant its wish.
Susan's illumination had already brightened the corridor, and now Dazzler's multicolored radiance joined it. A beam as thick as a bucket struck the giant cocoon head-on, its colors splashing outward like spilled water.
The black cocoon was