"Now that we've seen the Reincarnation Pool, can we withdraw?" Donna continued fighting alongside her teammates while keeping an eye on Deathstroke. Seeing him return safely, her expression relaxed considerably. "Michael hasn't appeared. This is our best chance to leave."
There were simply too many red-eyed Angels. Though none of them were individually powerful, the sheer attrition alone could probably drain everyone's stamina.
As a warrior created by the Titans, Donna had tremendous endurance. As long as she stood upon the earth, her stamina became exceptionally strong, allowing her to fight at high intensity for an entire day.
But when facing the alien sea god last time, she had needed Deathstroke's rescue, simply because she had been standing on the deck of a spaceship. And now, the white ground beneath her feet was made of clouds.
With both feet off the earth, she was weakened.
Even setting that aside, there was an even more troublesome problem: the Angels' mouths.
"Obey my Lord! Obey my Lord! Obey my Lord!"
Whether they were attacking or dying, those damned things never stopped shouting, chanting the same sentence in unison.
It would have been tolerable if only a few were shouting. But hundreds of thousands of Angels were yelling together, arranged in a hemispherical encirclement in the air, creating something like surround sound. Listening to it for too long was torment the brain could not bear.
Donna was already getting furious every time she heard those words. She was close to losing control and wanted nothing more than to slaughter every last one of these monsters.
"Oh, no, Uncle Deathstroke, let us play a little longer? The BOSS hasn't spawned yet."
Shazam had the exact opposite attitude. Normally, he would vomit at the sight of someone getting shot in the head, but now he