"Why are you asking him? Why not ask the omniscient and omnipotent Patrick Star?"
Just as this nightmare was about to end with Superman's death and begin a new cycle, an interested voice rang out from beyond the crowd.
The line that voice delivered was not particularly serious, but it was exceptionally loud. Even with the surrounding monsters all praising Nightmare, their combined volume could not match that one person's voice.
The Kryptonite Weapons raised by the crowd froze in midair. It was not that they hesitated, but that they could no longer bring them down.
It was as if invisible hands had seized their wrists. Even if they strained with all their dream-eating strength, they still could not move so much as a fingertip.
Under Superman's hopeful gaze, a figure slowly rose into the air. The black-and-yellow armor had already revealed his identity.
However, unlike Superman, who wanted to peacefully communicate with unknown creatures, Deathstroke remained as cold-blooded toward monsters as ever. To him, Nightmares could be considered another kind of Aliens, and any Alien that wanted to hurt people had only one outcome: Kick the Bucket.
Black Sun abruptly rose, and the ruins of the city vanished from between heaven and earth, replaced by nothing but darkness. Something rustled and scraped within it as terrifying pressure pressed in from all directions.
"You little Kas sure do talk a lot of nonsense all day long. Look at how you've made Superman lose his confidence." Su Ming raised one hand, palm upward, and gently clenched it. All the Nightmares rose into the air at once, hanging there as if they had been hanged. "I'll give you one phrase: darkness endures forever. That is the truth. Do you admit it?"
Even if the Nightmares did not want to admit it, they