"It isn't completely over yet. Next, I'll head into the Void and finish it off for good. You guard this Earth and hold the crack in the sky shut. Can you do that?"
Deathstroke put away his Power Ring construct platform, gathered up the eggshell fragments he had captured earlier, and used the Force to compress them into a ball from afar.
"Leave it to me, Slade! Go on, the safety of Earth is in your hands—yeah!"
Little Superman patted the red-and-yellow emblem on his chest and agreed at once, delivering his lines with theatrical exaggeration. If Superman always carried hope in his heart, then Little Superman was always brimming with confidence.
Su Ming had great faith in his strength. Little Superman was merely a bit reckless; he was not stupid at all.
With a nod to him, Su Ming swung his sword at the sky again, opening a much smaller gap. His entire body became as though only his skull existed, while the rest stretched out like noodles, and he slipped through with a slurp.
Then, that tiny hole healed on its own.
Light flashed, then darkness fell. Cloak carried Deathstroke into the Void. The last time he had entered this place was when dealing with The Batman Who Laughs, and seeing it again now gave him a faint sense of nostalgia.
Of course, as the "boundary river" separating different cosmic systems, the Void was merely vast and boundless, not truly empty. There was plenty of garbage floating within it, especially in DC's Void, which was far from clean.
For example, the Reservoir of Light was located in the Void, and Black Hand, the former spokesman for the Black Lantern, had also been thrown into the Void to suffer.
Come to think of it, after he had given Su