The several pairs of eyes on the Demon Lord's huge face blinked. He withdrew the fist that had been cut open and fell silent for a moment, seeming to ponder something.
The red energy around him still surged, staining heaven and earth blood-red, but its glow gradually dimmed. Once more came the strange sound in Limbo, like wind blowing through dead trees and broken branches.
"So you were tricked by him too? That really is his style."
Perhaps sensing a shared enemy, Trigon stopped attacking. He folded his arms and hovered in place like a genie, turning his gaze back toward the House of Mystery.
Why had Su Ming said Trigon could be reasoned with? Because this guy was absurdly easy to fool!
This Demon God lived apart from the world in Another World and normally had no need to scheme against anyone, so he had deteriorated considerably when it came to playing mind games. Cyttorak next door had a similar problem.
Though they all had grand plans, like conquering the multiverse, their endless lives stretched the timeline for carrying them out to incredible lengths. It was probably measured in units of a hundred thousand years from the start.
Cyttorak simply threw rubies onto different Parallel Earths. Whoever picked one up, whatever consequences it eventually caused, whether his followers could offer that world to him—it was all left to fate.
After all, there would always be another chance for him. Even if he tried a hundred thousand times over a hundred thousand years, one attempt ought to succeed, right? There was no rush.
Trigon's strategy, meanwhile, was to use his daughter Raven as an insider, allowing them to work from within and without to seize the entire DC Multiverse. His daughter never cooperated, but that did not matter. He had