The collision between the two—no, the collision between darkness and light—happened in an instant.
The violent explosion that followed tore space apart, instantly blasting the red-eyed Angels in the air into bloody mist.
Fortunately, Wally had prepared for this. Before the turbulent currents from the shattered space could reach his teammates, he moved everyone back into the temple containing the Reincarnation Pool, allowing them to escape disaster.
Deathstroke had previously said that he used spatial abilities while dealing with the Reincarnation Pool inside the building, yet those fighting the Angels outside had not felt a thing.
Therefore, Wally concluded that the building possessed special properties that could isolate the negative effects brought by space. Since those outside could not sense the spatial changes within, hiding inside now should likewise shield them from the outside situation.
His judgment was correct, and Deathstroke knew Wally would figure it out. At the critical moment, he saved them all.
Just as the Justice League was always late, The Flash—regardless of which generation—could always turn the tide at the crucial moment.
The sky seemed to have been divided into upper and lower halves. Above was golden light tinged with red; below was blackness wreathed in white flames. Both sides trembled violently.
After the mirror-like shards of broken space scattered away and space stabilized once more, two figures could be seen wrestling with their weapons along the boundary between those two colors.
Michael remained as he had always been, unchanged. Deathstroke, however, had altered his appearance. He had become a pretty little girl, somewhat like a miniature Harley, and Strangle had even given him twin ponytails.
This was not because he intended to use some disgusting tactic. Rather, Michael, as the protector of women and children, still seemed to retain some awareness. Turning himself into a