Su Ming's voice was not loud, but it was enough. Before his words had even faded, a red-and-blue figure appeared beside him.
On the other side was the bald Luthor, wearing a helpless expression and looking rather unwilling.
No one knew what Luthor and Superman had said after Luthor pulled him into the Statue of Liberty. Luthor probably did not want Superman blindly throwing his life away—acting as someone else's meat shield on an unfamiliar Earth.
But now that Su Ming had personally called for him, Superman had naturally come. Just as expected.
"Help me hold this demon down. I'll have Strangle eat it alive." Deathstroke made his request without explaining anything.
Superman knew this was no time for talk. They only needed to work together now.
"Okay! I'll hold down its left hand. Lex, you take the right."
"Idiot. You're still as idiotic as ever." Luthor had a different opinion. He flew toward the side of the monster's body. "This creature has a spine, and it can only bend forward. We should flip it over face-first, then pin both of its hands. That way, we won't have to wrestle its abdominal muscles."
Although this pig-headed monster was as skinny as a cornstalk, and it was unclear whether it even had any core strength, Luthor believed his plan was better.
"Whatever. Do it." Deathstroke only cared about the result, not the process. "Hurry. It's getting up."
"Heh. Not while I'm here." Since Luthor had stopped being human, he had rarely fought anyone, but that did not mean he lacked combat strength.
As a new species personally created by Perpetua, he was currently far stronger than a Martian.
Wearing his armor, he reached the enemy first and grabbed its enormous body with both hands, exerting force. With Superman simultaneously pushing from