While Deathstroke continued teaching Bruce detective thinking in Crime Alley, a red beam suddenly struck down from overhead, like lightning tearing through the night, or bloodstained sunlight.
But before the beam could hit him, two little black tentacles raised a bat they had snatched from beneath a streetlamp and held it in the beam's path.
The poor little creature twisted violently, its wings falling off before it turned into white powder.
Su Ming looked up at the rooftop nearby with a smile. Sure enough, this was all the Emperor knew how to do.
"How pathetic. I already told you how I broke the Entropy Rift, yet you still dared to attack me where there were bats? Heh, idiots really were beyond saving."
"Damn it!"
The Emperor cursed under his breath and turned to fly away. Since his ambush had failed, he naturally knew he was no match for Deathstroke in a direct confrontation.
As his Timeline duplicates were eliminated one after another, he would more or less sense something. Although it seemed to him that Deathstroke had been chasing him all the way here, his previous failures had already stripped him of his confidence.
The next second, Deathstroke suddenly appeared before him in a flash of light, sweeping his greatsword across and blocking his path.
"I actually always knew where you were. I deliberately lured you into Crime Alley only because I wanted to see whether you still had any trump cards worth using. But you disappointed me."
In the darkness, Deathstroke's coat writhed into black-and-yellow armor, and his red diamond-shaped eyepiece suddenly lit up.
"Your Kick the Bucket Package has arrived. But before I send you to meet Death, can you tell me the details of your deal with Darkseid? Yes, the snowflakes and zombies formed a clue stretching