Su Ming turned to look behind him. For the moment, no more clone enemies were coming at them. The underground facility was shaped like a lollipop: the passageway was the stick, while the enormous sphere before them was the candy.
Compared to Doctor Bedlam's complicated maze, Desaad's trap design was undeniably crude. But if Su Ming wanted to trap him in return, he had no choice but to enter the box himself and serve as bait.
"Enough about urns. Tell me, do you have any ideas about this new Fire Pit?"
After joking around with Bobo for a while, the man became serious again.
"You're asking an ape what to do about the sun? Give me that old red-and-blue uniform, let me find a pen and draw an S on my chest, then ask me again."
What opinion could Little Lucky Ape possibly have? He could not even look at it. The Artificial Sun was blindingly bright, clearly not meant for apes to look at.
"Honestly, what was the point of bringing you along if you choke at the critical moment?" Su Ming gave him a disdainful look, shoved him around with one hand, then pushed him into Cloak and wrapped him up. "When it matters, I still have to rely on myself. How tragic."
Protected by Cloak and wrapped up like a mummy, the ape drew a deep breath. "Don't do anything reckless. If Earth's destroyed in this era, Future Earth will be erased by causality too. Don't ignore that many lives."
However, Deathstroke seemed not to have heard him. He merely floated up before the enormous sphere. Ten differently colored halos lit up across his body in turn, while the Power Rings on both hands emerged one after another like tattoos.
Then rainbow radiance ignited around his body.