There was no yardstick for measuring distance in the void, nor any concept of time. Su Ming had no idea how long they had flown or how far they had traveled.
He only knew that in this environment, where most directions were pitch-black, he felt like a fish in water. It was unbelievably comfortable.
To put it more plainly, this place was like a gigantic sewer—he could even treat it as his home turf.
Multiverses flashed past one after another, some familiar, some unfamiliar. Before Su Ming could marvel at the vastness of the worlds, Cockroach spoke:
"Deathstroke, I can feel it. The target is just ahead!"
Everyone's attention was drawn by the voice. At that moment, they could all see that Cockroach's originally beady black eyes had turned into two points of light, shining with Golden Light like two tiny searchlights.
Not only had its tone become firmer, but its entire body—no, its entire bug-self—had stood upright, its jointed limbs planted on its hips. If it had hips, anyway. Somewhere around the middle of its body.
"Did it get possessed by a god?"
Su Ming pinched out his cigarette and put it away, raising one eyebrow as he asked Bobo, who knew more about DC's Magic World.
"Christianity has methods like that, though Angels usually possess humans. But we all know the Voice of God is a dog, so if it can possess a cockroach, I can accept that too."
The chimp's expression was strange as he considered it, then shrugged to show that he did not care. As long as they got results, that was enough.
Ezekiel's unusual state did not last long. It seemed to have appeared only to say those words and point out a direction. Soon, it "powered down," sitting at the bottom of the