"They have no reinforcements left."
Little Superman flew over to Damian's side beneath the sunlight, hovering there. As he spoke, he did not forget to fire Heat Vision from his eyes, picking off the scattered enemies rushing the mech.
The Gods of Oblivion were physically immune, but that did not matter. Superboy-Prime was not Superman. Not only did he possess all of Superman's abilities, but he also struck far more ruthlessly. On top of that, he had a Power Ring.
He normally had no use for it. He had asked the Editorial Department for a Power Ring in the past just to show off and make cool light effects, but today, it came in handy.
If nothing else, Lanterns had a very comprehensive range of energy attacks, especially when they possessed Power Rings of every color.
Just as he had said, of the massive wave of enemies that had rushed at them earlier, only a few dozen scattered creatures remained. Little Superman even felt that he did not need to intervene; the people from Doom Patrol could handle them on their own.
That group of poor souls had simple tactics as well. Robotman and Element Woman would grab a monster, then Negative Man would either possess it or pass straight through its chest.
The Negative Energy carried by the former pilot could react with the positive energy inside the target, triggering a special effect similar to neutralization or obliteration, causing a God of Oblivion to collapse inward into a tiny particle.
The efficiency was not particularly high. The enemies struggled fiercely, after all, and Robotman and Element Woman were not exactly top-tier Superheroes. It took them ages to catch a single one, making the scene look like some outdated monster movie from decades ago, but it was enough.
That was