After the joking, the next task belonged to Lucifer.
These triangular objects that should not have existed on the three-dimensional plane had formed through the collision of his Concept Power and certain concepts controlled by CAAT. Extracting the parts that belonged to him was probably somewhat like a reduction reaction in chemistry. Su Ming could not help with this.
This world truly was a barren wasteland. There was not even a single hair in sight. The sun overhead was scorching, and Su Ming wanted to find somewhere to hide from the direct sunlight, but there was no usable cover nearby.
There were no building ruins, no plant remains. Earth was completely bare, and the oceans had long since evaporated. Who knew where all that water had gone?
Logically, water within Earth's atmosphere should have circulated continuously. It could be polluted and exist in various forms, but its total quantity would not normally change easily.
This place was different. Perhaps hungry sharks had drunk it all before Extermina arrived, just to fill their stomachs?
Yes, as long as he thought in a nonsensical direction, he was probably right.
Fortunately, Deathstroke carried something that could provide shade. Many people did not understand why, in ancient times, whether they were Explorers from Europe or generals from China, everyone had coincidentally worn an item called a cloak when traveling.
The answer was that, as a piece of cloth, a cloak had many uses when one was out and about. It could shield one from wind and rain, block the sun, serve as a thin blanket in a pinch, or even be used to bind wounds at critical moments.
So in this bald world, Deathstroke removed his cloak, enlarged it, and floated it in midair to make himself a canopy.
The air here was too