With a thought, the Black Sun behind him began to rotate slowly. Its silver corona twisted space like a drill, dragging it toward the pitch-black sun.
The effect of this motion was a massive vortex forming within the entire multiverse. Black and white churned together, becoming an indescribable gray, like filthy water spiraling down a bathtub drain.
The fluid black-and-white streaks shredded space and stirred the surrounding matter. The entire Yogurt Multiverse began to creak and groan as it contracted toward Su Ming.
By then, the white monsters before him had begun to panic. They possessed little intelligence to begin with, and now they were consumed by instinctive terror, doing all manner of things.
Some monsters fled in blind panic, while others, driven to desperation, launched attacks at Deathstroke.
But every attack was intercepted by Strangle's tentacles. Then came the counterattack: they wrapped around the creatures, and the Devouring Method activated, sucking the enemies dry into jerky.
"Eep."
Strangle indicated that its host had been right. These white monsters tasted like milk—sweet and creamy.
After eating Set, the symbiote was essentially an even stronger demon god. Aside from being unable to use magic, it possessed an innate compatibility with the Devouring Method. The strength it displayed now far surpassed these Multiversal Level monsters.
Even if an enemy's claws could tear open space with a single strike, and even if their Healing Factors meant they would not die even after losing their heads, Strangle was stronger, faster, and possessed a greater Healing Factor.
Castles were easily breached from within. If they were eaten away at the cellular and atomic levels, all their abilities were useless.
Su Ming, who held up both hands as though gathering a Spirit Bomb, did not answer Strangle. He needed to focus on guiding the Force Storm