The shattered glass fragments, under weightless centrifugal force, transformed into a shower of fireflies.
Thump! Thump!
The intense exchange of blows was accompanied by the continuous thuds of punches landing squarely.
Faora roared and, fueled by her instincts constantly catalyzed by the yellow star, strode into the central palace!
He twisted his stance, stepped into empty air, and thrust his right palm out from his waist with a fierce strike!
"Buzz--"
The edge of his palm unleashed a chilling white shockwave, like a powerful axe cleaving through mountains, slicing straight across Zod's throat!
This strike was faster than a thunderbolt.
The force of the punches was intense, and the scorching currents exploded violently as the boat snorkeled, tearing off a layer of skin from the deck.
"..."
Zod stood amidst the raging storm, his figure as solid as an iron-cast demonic mountain, neither dodging nor yielding.
The black bones on its body, imbued with Parallax fear, became increasingly violent in their movements.
As the heavy palm struck his face, Zod lowered his body slightly, his shoulders slumped and his elbows dropped.
The forearm, covered in protective scales, rose from below like an iron gate, forcefully intercepting the attack!
"When--!!"
The sound of metal striking metal exploded outwards.
At the very center of the collision, a visible ring of air ripples spread out along the deck, instantly pulverizing the platform within a radius of tens of meters.
"Ugh..."
Faora's waist stiffened, and she felt a sharp jolt in her wrist.
Zod's palm strike was like a mountain, and Pei Yu's ferocity flowed back up his arm, causing a backlash.
The shock made her blood and qi surge.
Immediately afterwards, Faora used the force of the recoil to perform a somersault in mid-air, sweeping her left leg across with a long whip-like motion.
The boot, accompanied by a sonic boom, struck Zod squarely in the temple.
at the same time.
He retracted his right fist to gather momentum, then secretly clenched his fingers and fiercely punched into the gap in the armor.
This series of deadly moves was as fast as lightning.
Ruthless and swift!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"
Three consecutive, deafening blows landed squarely on Zod's body.
At the same time, the shoulder armor plates crumbled off inch by inch, sparks flying everywhere.
But these were nothing more than a tickle to Zod.
Parallax's malevolent intent had long since diminished the body's sense of pain, to the point of near non-existence.
"Your breathing is erratic, Faora."
Before he could finish speaking, Zod's massive, thick arm created a series of sonic booms in mid-air, its five fingers spread wide as it reached out.
He completely ignored Faora's punch that was about to land on his face.
He withstood the heavy blow with his bare body, then surged forward through the violent shockwave, grabbing her shoulder and neck in a backhand strike.
Fast, ruthless, and decisive!
Faora's pupils contracted sharply, and she was about to lean back and take a step back.
But even with the Parallax amplified by Zod's fear of speed, she still slowed down.
In that instant, life and death were decided.
"Whoosh--"
Zod's claws pierced through the Riot vortex without hesitation, precisely locking onto Faora's throat!
"Well--!!"
Faora's throat tightened.
Immediately afterwards, a series of cracking sounds erupted from Zod's body as brute force driven by fear poured out.
With a single arm thrust, he lifted Faora off the ground and then slammed her heavily backward!
"Boom!!"
The main keel was immediately dented, creating a crater three meters deep.
The surrounding beams twisted and bent like pretzels under the force of the blow.
"Puff--
Faora was firmly embedded in the dented iron wall, and a mouthful of black blood gushed out on the spot.
Zod pressed down on him again.
He pressed her down onto the main beam.
Immediately afterwards, another long elbow covered with menacing bone spurs slowly opened.
A sudden, yellow arc flashed at the tip of his elbow, aimed at Faora's bloodied and mangled face, as if to chisel it out...
"You two, you're having quite a fight..."
Just then, a sudden, light voice came from behind.
The volume wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of laziness... and even a slightly irritating air.
Zod paused slightly in his movements and turned to look.
John hung in the wind, his feet off the ground, his hands in his trouser pockets.
Blonde hair fluttering in the wind.
He tilted his head slightly, looking down at the two people in their "ambiguous" relationship, and then gently pinched his nose.
"How many years have you been holding back? You're so impatient... You really need to exercise restraint."
Beneath his brow, Zod's eye sockets shifted slightly, and his murky yellow eyes quickly locked onto the figure suspended in mid-air.
And it was during a moment when Zod was distracted that...
Faora moved.
"Get out of here!!"
Faora suddenly raised her hands, her two bloodied palms gripping Zod's wrists from opposite directions.
Immediately afterwards, all the energy that the star had poured into his body was directed into the air and forced towards his twin pupils!
"Buzz----!!"
Within the field of vision, the pervasive blood energy contracted and then condensed into two blazing beams.
Zero distance! Face to face!
Two bright red heat lines, thicker than a forearm, stood out conspicuously.
"Thump----!!"
A torrent of intense heat poured forth!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Zod's massive body lurched backward under the violent force.
It smashed through several thick bulkheads in succession, carving an extremely long black ravine in the center of the bridge.
The Heat Vision was turned off.
Faora collapsed weakly onto the deck.
"Clatter."
He knelt on the scorching hot iron plate, two bright red lines of blood streaming from his eyes.
"Call--"
With trembling arms, he suddenly braced himself against the ground and forcefully lifted his bleeding face.
Immediately afterwards, Faora's eyes darted around, and she stuck to John, whose hands were in his pockets.
"Cough cough..."
"This ship... will hit the ground in less than ten minutes, colliding with the continental shelf of this planet."
"If the impact occurs, the antimatter core will instantly explode, and the entire continental plate will cease to exist..."
A fissure two thousand kilometers deep could drag half a continent into the Earth's core...
Faora gasped for breath, blood dripping from her chin onto the charred iron, making a sizzling sound.
" El..."
Black Zero contains a specially sealed Genesis Chamber... Even if you don't care about Krypton, as long as it crashes...
Everything you have is going to be gone.
In mid-air, John narrowed his eyes.
The wide-angle zoom lens suddenly zooms in from the macroscopic high current in this instant.
[ Insight ]
The gaze travels through the massive chassis of the Black Zero, across layers of churning flames.
Looking down coldly from the heavens above.
The entire desolate city comes into view.
Along the seaside boulevard, tens of thousands of cars were densely packed together on the cracked asphalt surface.
The car doors were wide open.
Thousands upon thousands of well-dressed men and women, like statues of wood, stumbled and staggered onto the scorching streets.
Then he tilted his head back.
The gaze then glides across the crowds in front of the shelter, and onto Times Square in Washington, D. C.
Despair, suffocation.
Lifeless and numb.
John quickly and indifferently looked away.
What does it matter to him if there are eight million people, or even more?
In his eyes, nothing was as important as the crown of a savior or the well-being of all humanity as those two old people.
Moreover, this kind of natural disaster-level "man-made calamity" is caused by a self-proclaimed "good boss" Satan.
He refused to believe he wouldn't step in at the last minute.
but...
"Hold!"
John seemed to have thought of something, and gritted his teeth in frustration.
Could this be some kind of weird "fate correction"?
And his Old Joe and Martha--