The battle near the northern coast of Alaska on Earth-X had ended.
Zombie Reed was no weakling. He had endless tricks up his sleeve, wielding both technology and superpowers. Among the many Otherworld Variants of Reed, he counted as one of the best.
But being outstanding did not mean being the strongest. Heavenly Reed had probably eaten more salt in his life than Zombie Reed had eaten people. Letting Reed deal with Reed meant those scientific tricks of the zombies were things Old Reed had played with long ago.
Wanted to open a Teleportation Portal to the Negative Zone? One thought, and it was locked down.
Wanted to spread the virus through the air? One thought, and it was purified.
Wanted to use a teleporter to escape? One thought, and all space was cut off.
Having merged with the Cosmic Consciousness, Heavenly Reed played the role of God here. In China, there was the saying that heaven had its will; in the West, there was likewise the belief that everything was God's will.
If he was regarded as God, then he was omnipotent.
Thus, Zombie Reed and the many Zombie Heroes had already been reduced to ashes. Only a tattered blue bodysuit, soaked with dried blood, remained clenched in Old Reed's hand, proving that the dead had once existed.
Looking at the chest emblem dyed red, at the black "4" symbol that had become several shades darker, Old Reed sighed.
On the snow-swept battlefield, he raised a hand to tug at his green hood, then lowered his head and coughed a few times.
"Oh? Looks like we came back at just the right time."
The Cloak of Levitation carried Su Ming and the others back to the old man's side. Deathstroke removed his mask and jumped onto the ground, which