Su Ming told Wally that he might not be able to hold out for long. Really, he was afraid that if the fight went on, killing intent would get the better of him, and he would lose control of his Bloodlust and start slaughtering everyone.
If he got all the Kryptonians killed, that would be a bit of a nuisance too.
As for the one who had come to keep them company...
He was a bare-chested Kryptonian with shoulder-length hair. The upper half of his uniform and cape hung around his waist like tattered rags. There was an S-shaped scar on his chest, now scabbed over.
He had an excellent build—not the exaggerated muscles of Lobo, but a powerfully proportioned physique. His face was handsome as well, though his skin bore a sickly gray pallor.
Through the green smoke drifting in the air, the man hovered overhead, glaring at the group in the ruined building from afar as he shouted angrily:
"You lunatics from the House of Zod! You killed Van-Zee?! Why are you destroying Krypton's peaceful way of life?!"
Hearing him curse the House of Zod, Su Ming merely smiled. No matter how much the man cursed, it had nothing to do with him. Standing inside the protective barrier and smoking, he struck a Wing Chun opening stance and crooked a finger at the sky.
"I'm not coming out. You come over here!"
Wally also knew the situation was bad. This was no time to dwell on the term "World-Destroying Flood." He hurriedly stepped forward, lightning instantly wrapping around him before he vanished from the spot with a whoosh.
With Wally off to spread the word, they were no longer alone. Though the others said nothing, their expressions visibly relaxed.
After all, knowing there was a way out felt