If Knull had arrived a few decades earlier, Strangle might truly have been unable to escape control, because its level of life had not been high enough back then.
But after Strangle devoured Perpetua, Set, and Darkseid, it was now powerful enough to become a Creator God in some universe. It had already far surpassed Knull's level.
Su Ming had been capable of creating worlds long ago. He had simply been too lazy to bother. With so many ready-made worlds there for the taking, why go through the trouble of manipulating rules himself?
They were both warriors, but Knull was too old. He had fallen far behind the times. They both possessed Dark Concepts, yet he lagged far behind Deathstroke.
After all, how could developing within one universe compare to plundering different universes? Even when looting, you had to pick places with plenty of spoils.
Differences in intelligence led to completely different approaches, which in turn led to different rates of development. The old predecessor would eventually be slapped to death on the beach.
Still, he was not bad. Su Ming's kick had merely proven that Knull lacked a certain organ, while the lime Strangle scattered had not affected Knull's vision either.
His red eyeballs were like monitors, capable of refreshing themselves. The lime in his eyes had been bubbling just moments ago, but in the next instant, both eyeballs had been replaced with new ones.
Even so, he could not avoid being kicked away by that immense force. He staggered several steps through the air before stabilizing himself, while the white petals on the ground were swept skyward by the fierce wind.
Two dark silhouettes stood amid a sky full of white petals, staring at each other as they searched for one another's weaknesses.
After failing to achieve anything