A figure in a black robe drifted out from the ruins of the largest building. He did not look tall or strong; rather, his back was somewhat hunched. Yet he was the renowned military commander of Apokolips, Darkseid's dark-hand man, Desaad.
And this time, his complexion was quite proper—a livid iron-blue, very similar to Darkseid's iron-gray.
Desaad carried a double-headed battle blade bestowed upon him by his master. Beneath his black hood, his pointed chin and nose were visible. Even as he soaked in seawater and was battered by the currents, he calmly glanced at Deathstroke.
"You still found me."
"Earth is only so big. A little guessing was enough to figure out where you were. I just got lucky." Su Ming modestly waved a hand as though it were nothing worth mentioning, then spun the golden weapon in his hand into a flourish. "So? Ready to taste the Kick the Bucket Package?"
"So be it. Since it has come to this, there is only battle. Warriors of Apokolips fear no enemy." Desaad smiled instead. His pointed face and sharp teeth made the smile look exceptionally sinister. "For Apokolips! For Darkseid!"
With that, he rushed forward, swinging his weapon. Su Ming had Cloak wrap around Bobo and move him aside, then raised his lightsaber to meet him.
Boom!
Since the battle was underwater, the clash of their weapons looked light and powerless. Yet at the instant of impact, the surrounding seawater was completely blown away.
The transparent protective barrier that had still vaguely retained its framework, along with the remaining buildings, was flattened in the blink of an eye.
The trench was leveled as well. Vast quantities of seawater surged backward into the sky from the center of the two men's battlefield, allowing sunlight to shine upon this devastated seabed.