Just as Su Ming had expected, once the situation at the New York landing site began tilting in humanity's favor, the invaders could not possibly remain without a response.
Otherwise, once the Teleportation Portals in New York closed, this invasion of theirs would be declared a complete failure. If nothing else, Great Shadow would not spare them.
What they did not know was that Deathstroke kept feeding more fuel into New York precisely to turn the city into a trap, drawing in as many enemies as possible and burying them here. He would not let them be driven off Earth so easily.
Just as Superman swung his fists to bring hope to the citizens of New York City, a new enemy appeared.
It was an enormous mass of fire, bearing a face similar to Dormammu's. The difference was that Dormammu was a collection of Dark Dimension energy, while this blaze shone a blazing white, with only its Halloween-pumpkin-like eyes and mouth glowing blood-red.
The flames stretched themselves into a mask-shaped rectangle and slowly rose into the sky. The moment it appeared, the seawater remaining on the nearby streets instantly evaporated into a vast white mist, which quickly spread out and blanketed more than half the city.
Everyone's vision became hazy and blurred. Only it remained, hanging in midair, radiating heat and majesty.
The intense heat made the human Survivors closest to it scream. Their skin blistered, smoke poured from their seven orifices, and even the tears in their eyes boiled away before they could fall.
Su Ming took a deep breath. The air carried the smell of steamed white meat and seafood. Looking at the newly emerged enemy, he smiled faintly and said to Wanda, who had raised a magical shield to insulate them from the heat:
"Looks like the