More and more Ice Elemental monsters appeared. After they were destroyed, the air seemed to fill with the wails of souls.
The temperature in the underground passage plummeted, making Bobo wrap his little suit tightly around himself. He did not even want to let the soles of his feet touch the ground.
Su Ming wiped his weapon against his forearm. Blood rapidly seeped into his armor. Around him lay a mountain of Parademon corpses, along with quite a few Nemesis Squad warriors.
"Cough, cough... Long live Darkseid."
A blood-spitting woman called upon her god's name even as she lay dying. Deathstroke expressionlessly crushed her head beneath his foot and made a joke.
"Cult of personality is bad."
The hall looked as though a Storm had swept through it. Ruin was everywhere; even the metal floor had been cut into fragments and scattered in every direction.
These warriors could originally have caused greater destruction and made a much bigger commotion, but Su Ming had not given them the chance. As long as the enemies were killed quickly enough, their infiltration could remain perfect.
Well, Darkseid had probably known about them the moment they entered the city, so it could hardly be called infiltration anyway.
"Ha! Seeing old acquaintances always makes me happy, and killing them doubles the fun." Harley came over to Deathstroke with a sledgehammer covered in brain matter slung over her shoulder. She rubbed against his arm like a kitten. "Honey, how do I compare to Little Dai?"
"Since when did you care about things like that?" Su Ming looked toward the only passageway. Blood was flowing in that direction, clearly toward lower ground. "I remember you once said that comparing yourself to others steals happiness."
"Heehee, that's right." Harley shook her ponytail, flinging the bits of bone caught