The city had already descended into complete chaos. Monsters strolled everywhere—some flew, some crawled. Though they all looked different, their attitude toward humans was surprisingly consistent.
Capture and eat them.
What had recently been a civilized city had now become a hunting ground for primitive creatures. This Earth differed from Marvel and DC; the people here had gone far too long without facing such savage invasions, and their countermeasures could hardly protect them.
In those two worlds mentioned before, the survivors were all experienced. Most kept food and water at home, had Safehouses in their basements, and weapons in their nightstands or closets. At the very least, they could be considered "thorny fruit."
Unlike here. Here, there was only "a big slab of meat."
After leaving the factory, their progress had not gone very smoothly. Perhaps the Dragon and some other large monsters considered the two humans and one ape too little meat to bother with, so they had not attacked. But the other monsters were different. They were now blocked in an alley by a pack of enormous dogs.
These creatures had coarse fur and were about the size of horses, but their mouths were filled with sharp, sword-like teeth. Thick saliva kept dripping from the gaps between them.
"They're Dire wolves. I saw their fossils in a museum before." Squatting on Deathstroke's shoulder, Bobo provided the intel. He did not think these creatures could pose any threat to the man. "They supposedly lived on Earth 3.5 million years ago. Pack-dwelling professional Hunters."
Although these ancient creatures possessed terrifying bite force, they were still only animals. Even if every one of them had Superdog-level superpowers, they would not be Deathstroke's match.
They clearly loved isolated prey. Like the two people and one gorilla right now—compared to the size of