The two of them were about to open the door and check what was inside when something strange suddenly appeared behind them and attacked.
In the darkness, it looked like some kind of soft-bodied slime that had risen abruptly from the floor. But when it attacked, it transformed itself into a faceless humanoid shape, with one arm still formed into a spike—its weapon.
Su Ming grabbed the spike protruding from its back, but the conical thorn flowed through his fingers like liquid. The silver fluid rolled across the floor like mercury, merged back into the creature's constantly twisting, shifting body, formed a new spike, and stabbed at him again.
Then there was no "again." Little Superman had already reacted. Red Heat Vision shot from his eyes, burning the silver-liquid monster into a pile of black ash.
"What was that? It looked kind of familiar." Little Superman wiped at the corner of his eye, curious.
Su Ming poked through the ashes with his sword and shrugged indifferently. "Probably a Liquid Metal Robot. If you've seen one before, it was most likely in the Terminator movies. Remember that silver robot whose chest got blown open by a shotgun, but kept coming forward anyway?"
"Oh, I remember now. That hallway scene was really classic." Little Superman suddenly understood. He looked down at the pile of black ash beside them again. "So, did I kill it?"
Deathstroke, who was opening the door with his sword, nodded and casually patted Clark on the shoulder with his free hand.
"It was a technologically manufactured robot. Even if it was made of memory metal, it still had to obey the basic reality of conservation of energy. It probably weighed several hundred kilograms originally, but you heated it with Heat Vision and vaporized most of its mass. There's