The exchange between the two sides was very brief. Su Ming knew a little about the Hand of the Void, but not much, let alone the Evil Thought Nobles.
If it came to who belonged to Darkseid's Elite or Nemesis, what their abilities and personalities were like, or the classifications, total numbers, and organizational structure of Darkseid's Legions, Su Ming could give a fairly accurate account.
But how many kinds of monsters were there among the Evil Thought Nobles? How many were there in total? What abilities did each possess?
Those were complete unknowns.
Over in Multiverse 2, even the most ordinary zombies on Martha Earth were considered Evil Thought Nobles. It was the collective term for the Hand of the Void's soldiers; even a deformed Meatball counted.
The Void was often associated with emptiness. It was said that the Hand of the Void also represented the "disorderly madmen" beyond the Fourth Wall. It was perfectly normal for the subordinates of such beings to lack any formal organization, since that was Chaos by nature.
But if Su Ming had to guess, he would guess there were seven minor leaders among the Evil Thought Nobles. Things this mystical and cryptic were always somehow tied to the number seven.
There was no need to think about that for now. First, he needed to test what Zubado was really made of.
The twin swords merged into one as X Metal within his body supplied energy. In an instant, the golden sword aura stretched thousands of meters long. The friendly Sorcerer Supreme opened with New Year's Greeting Swordplay, sending regards to Zubado's entire family and ancestors for eighteen generations.
"May you prosper!"
The colossal phantom blade swept through the dark clouds overhead as though it would cleave heaven and earth in two. Gold stained