A gale mixed with all kinds of trash swept over Diana and the others' hiding place. The metal forest that had once obscured sight had vanished completely. Now, Diana and Kara could only stand in front of Harley, shielding her amid the chaos.
Stones, glass, steel—once the gale picked them up, every one of them became a lethal weapon. Central Park, once fairly beautiful, had now become a place where blood pooled.
There had been many people nearby. Though they wore personal terminals and moved like puppets, their blood was still red, which seemed to prove they were human.
But they were not worth paying attention to. The stars of the battlefield were the skeleton and Colossus.
The skeleton raised his head, looked at the expressionless stone angel, and slowly wagged the finger of his other hand, as though telling her she was not good enough.
Then he gave the tentacle he had blocked a savage kick. Colossus flew backward like a rolling log, rumbling across more than a thousand meters. Her tentacles flailed wildly through the air, while the stone wings behind her kept beating, yet her unusual body structure made it impossible for her to stop rolling.
In the distance, Diana and the other two were struck by the shockwave once more. But it was nothing to them, at most messing up their hair.
Yet instead of pressing his advantage, the skeleton turned around, picked up the black cloth sack behind him, pulled out a handful of medicinal powder, and brought it toward Superman's face.
"What the hell is this?!"
Superman kept twisting his head, trying to evade the skeleton's bony claws. He could smell chemicals, and he had a feeling this was not going to taste good.
But with his face turned green, he was clearly no