Strangle's tentacles continuously fended off the minions' attacks, while the Cloak of Levitation went to the other side of the ruins to create a suitable casting environment for Little Wong. Su Ming swung his greatsword with howling force, relentlessly working toward bisecting Solus at the waist.
Silver halos rippled outward layer by layer, while seven-colored Cosmic Energy illuminated the entire mass of debris floating in space. Every one of his attacks brought terrifying consequences. In just a few seconds, the magnificent castle had been sliced into Tetris blocks scattered across the ground.
Yet Solus, wearing his green hat, remained completely unharmed. Deathstroke's attacks affected his children and subordinates, but he paid them no heed.
He merely kept dodging and stalling for time, occasionally throwing a punch or two in return, though those could only damage the environment as well.
The situation had reached a stalemate. Perhaps he was waiting for the Serpent God's descent, or perhaps he wanted to complete some other mission.
He could not be given that chance.
Just as Little Wong completed his spell, Deathstroke, who had originally been flying through the air and colliding with the enemy, abruptly changed course. He flew beneath Solus and launched an attack from below at his lower regions.
Strangle drew God Metal Gauss and a heavy Boltgun, opening suppressive fire beneath Solus's crotch, where weaknesses were densely concentrated.
It was not meant to hurt him, only to humiliate him. What if one of the bolts got lucky and slipped in?
The demon god behind the scenes had only strengthened Solus's body, not his clothes. An ordinary evening suit could not withstand a barrage of heavy firepower.
At the same time, Su Ming drew Godslayer and transformed it into another Golden Greatsword. Holding a door-sized sword in each hand, he began