"Clang, clang."
Su Ming clashed with the Hellbat Armor twice more. The shallow marks he had just made were once again covered by flowing Black Metal. Sent flying, he could not help but suck in a breath through his teeth.
The other side could fly as well. He could not make The Batman Who Laughs free-fall through endless space, and that bastard flew incredibly fast and reacted quickly too. Setting traps in his path was unrealistic.
It seemed he could only target the person inside the metal shell. But did a Batwoman-Joker fusion really have any psychological or personality weaknesses?
This was truly troublesome. Although he had tied down The Batman Who Laughs with a whole pile of auxiliary spells, he still could not finish off his opponent. It was really disgusting.
Even temporarily summoning a Demon Lord of Hell for a deal would not work with The Batman Who Laughs present. That lunatic had no bottom line and could definitely offer a higher price than Su Ming, dragging him down with him. The devils would only be delighted.
Su Ming let out a deep breath and wiped the blood flowing from his nose. He had suffered too many impacts; the rate of internal bleeding had now exceeded Strangle's repair speed.
He had to control the rhythm and adjust his tactics a little. He had tried for so long and used nearly every method available to him. He needed to think this through properly.
"Clang, clang."
"Hm?"
Su Ming seemed to hear an echo, coming from somewhere very far away.
He rubbed his ears. The sound had not passed through his eardrums; it had appeared directly in his mind, resonating with every bone in his body.
Watching The Batman Who Laughs, still tangled in tentacles, continue hunting him down, Su