The ball of light sank into the ground without a sound, as insignificant as a trainee's basketball.
But the next second, the ruins of the fast-food restaurant were completely destroyed along with the ground beneath them, turning into a bottomless pit.
A roaring sound came from below the opening, followed by a brown Dragon shooting into the sky.
It was like rain, like fog, and like wind, but in essence, it was thick smoke filled with indescribable suspended particles.
The hydrogen sulfide in the untreated biogas made it unbearably foul. The angels on the ground were knocked down by the almost tangible stench, letting out the first scream of their lives.
"Blame God for giving you noses."
Deathstroke looked coldly at the angels on the ground. He conjured an umbrella with the Green Lantern Ring, shielding himself, Bobo, and Harley, while having the Yellow Lantern Ring constructs seize the angels and let them bathe in the filthy rain.
"Bleurgh!" Bobo kept dry-heaving. He simply could not stand it.
The two angels were clearly no better off than he was. When Deathstroke stopped killing them and instead captured them, having the yellow-glowing monsters carry them to the edge of the sinkhole, they felt intense fear.
Their feet left the ground as they dangled above the vast hole. The gas still bubbling up from below burned their eyes terribly, and when they looked down, all they could see was darkness.
"Can we discuss terms now?"
Deathstroke's voice came from high above. Looking down at the angels, his gaze resembled God's of old, as though he were looking at two ants.
"We will not surrender. The Lord is with us. We are—ahhh!!!"
Before the fat angel could finish, Su Ming made the Yellow Lantern construct release its grip, sending Little Fatty into free