"Are we just going to watch?" Bobo looked up at Deathstroke, but he could not read a single thought from the man's face. "I mean, we're just going to stand on the other side of the lake and watch the ladies fight the monsters?"
He showed just the right amount of courage: his mouth never stopped moving, but his feet did not budge.
In the end, he still hoped Deathstroke would go help on the island in the middle of the lake rather than making him go himself. A smart person had to know the limits of his own fighting ability. He could act bravely in the face of injustice, but he had to avoid dying a hero's death.
Diana had been tangled up with these dog-like monsters in Rot Country for an entire week. That was Wonder Woman. Could monsters capable of holding her back possibly be ordinary?
Little Dai and Deathstroke might have slaughtered them as easily as chickens, and the Power Ring cut through them like bamboo, but Bobo was clear-headed. If he went up against one of those monsters alone, he probably would not last three moves, much less face the nearly endless tide pouring out of the Black Mud.
Rot Country was the dream of all those about to die, while the Black Mud was the sediment of thought, filled with every kind of evil notion and terrifying memory. The vicious beasts born from the mud were much like the demons born from Hellfire.
Su Ming glanced at Detective Chimp and shook the Power Ring in his hand. "I've been busy this whole time. If my constructs weren't holding back the beast tide, do you think you'd be standing here chatting with me so comfortably?"
That was true. Ninety percent of the monsters pouring from