Although the other party had appeared suddenly and attacked with fluid precision, Su Ming had remained vigilant and gave him no chance to gain the upper hand. A Golden Lightsaber sprang from his palm and deflected the two beams straight back along their original path.
But the other figure merely staggered, then calmly patted his chest and slowly walked toward them.
"That's a strange Superman."
Damian's hand had already closed around the Kryptonite container on his belt, but he did not take it out immediately.
That was because Supermen from different Parallel Worlds feared different kinds of Kryptonite. If he chose the wrong color, not only would it fail to weaken the Kryptonian, it might actually make him stronger.
By then, the attacker in the darkness had gradually revealed his full appearance. He was a Black Monster that looked like a dried corpse, with sparse long hair hanging loose and sticky against his cheeks. He wore a black Superman uniform, except the letter on his chest was not an S, but a red D.
Deep red flames burned in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at Deathstroke and spoke.
"Who are you? Why have you invaded our Earth?"
Bobo tugged at his hat and shuffled farther back on the flying carpet, hiding behind Diana. He muttered, "This is bad. Darkseid made a Darkened Superman, and the way he asked that makes it sound like we're the villains."
"Before questioning us, you should give your name first, corpse. Assuming you can still communicate with words."
Ignoring Bobo's complaint, Su Ming held the Lightsaber in one hand while gesturing to Enchantress behind his back with the other. At the same time, he questioned the attacker in a somewhat gentler tone.
Unfortunately, Living Corpse Superman did not have the temperament of the Supermen