Deathstroke, Donna, and everyone on the flying carpet sank into the Abyss that served as a feeding trough like pebbles tossed into water.
Looking closely, it was a massive pit with steep edges, covering several hundred acres and reaching roughly six kilometers deep—about shallow enough for the Titans to reach down and scoop up food.
Trying to take someone from another's food bowl without being noticed was nearly impossible. In a place this pitch-black, the Titans' mealtimes certainly would not be fixed. A Titan might come over to eat at any moment.
Fortunately, Su Ming had prepared for this. The Titans were nothing to worry about.
Everyone headed straight for that glimmer of green light. Deathstroke had already spotted the somewhat bedraggled-looking man. He lay there with his hands behind his head, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he stared at the sky, looking utterly relaxed.
Many beasts controlled by The Spectre watched him hungrily from all around, surrounding the detective layer upon layer like an ambush from every direction, but he was not afraid of such threats.
Deathstroke's Godslayer, Donna's Titan Sword, and Aquaman's Quindent each gave off a different glow. Corrigan saw several stars drifting toward him through the pitch-black sky and immediately laughed.
He had finally won once in his struggle against The Spectre. Just as he had guessed, revenge was merely one of many kinds of stories.
"Whew, looks like I wasn't a cop for nothing. Alcohol hasn't destroyed my deductive abilities either." Detective Corrigan happily exhaled a puff of smoke, slowly sat up from the ground, and said to himself, "You're done for. The people coming for you are here."
The voice within his heart gained a trace of agitation. "Deathstroke from Another World? And the Justice League? Jim, you must leave. Now isn't