Whether Scylla had been wronged to end up like this was not something Su Ming needed to consider. She could only blame her own lack of strength, as well as the incompetence of the Titans behind her.
Weakness was a sin. That was simply how this world worked.
Now that she was being used by The Spectre again, baring her teeth at Deathstroke like she had rabies, she could forget about keeping those teeth.
The six massive sea serpents growing from her waist, each several kilometers long, certainly looked intimidating. But anything resembling a rope had a weakness: it was easy to knot. The more loose ends there were, the more chaotic it became.
Sometimes, even the two heads of a two-headed monster fought each other. Let alone the six heads of these six sea serpents.
Su Ming held both swords and made his entire body glow, but he was not planning to directly trade blows with Scylla using Cosmic Energy. After all, the Titans still had Elemental Divine Power supporting them. There was no point in dragging out a battle of attrition.
Anyone who lived by the sea knew that sea snakes were strongly drawn to light. Lighting a lamp by the shore at night would attract not only some fish and insects, but plenty of sea snakes as well.
He himself was now that light source. His twin blades hummed as they rubbed against each other, and he flew past the eyes of one enormous snake head.
The basketball-court-sized eyeball on that head turned toward him. Though the eye itself glowed green, he could still clearly see his own reflection in it. Then he abruptly stopped in midair.
Sure enough, the sea serpent shot past him with a boom like a roaring train. The fishy wind pouring from