After confirming the precise coordinates, Chen Mo slowly withdrew his index finger from the server motherboard.
The crumbling server rack, now without support, emitted a piercing crackling sound of electricity before turning into a pile of scrap metal reeking of burning metal.
He grinned as he looked at the coordinates of the Krypton spaceship on the large screen in front of him.
With his legs slightly bent, the ground suddenly collapsed.
A dark red meteor instantly tore through a hundred-meter-thick layer of rock in the Laojin Mine, shooting straight into the sky with terrifying kinetic energy.
As he broke through the atmosphere, Chen Mo looked down at the chaotic mess beneath his feet.
Fires raged everywhere, and Doomsday darted about everywhere; it was more bustling than a market.
Too slow.
By the time those melee-only superheroes clear out the monsters one by one, it'll be too late.
"Just clean up the excess trash a bit."
Chen Mo casually tore a large chunk of dark red Blacklight Virus flesh from his arm and threw it into the atmosphere below like trash.
The moment it left his hand, the lump of flesh swelled wildly like an inflating balloon, transforming into an incredibly thick, constantly writhing canopy of flesh and blood.
Deep within the ruins of the Metropolis, Clark was being relentlessly trampled to the bottom of a pit by Faora.
Clark was being pinned to the bottom of the pit by Faora, the relentless punches making him see stars.
He wanted to retaliate, but Faora's relentless barrage of heavy punches was terrifying, giving him absolutely no chance to breathe.
Oh no, if this keeps going, we're really going to die here today.
Just as Faora raised her fist, preparing to give Clark a Krypton head massage.
Suddenly, it got dark.
It wasn't the kind of blackness that comes from dense clouds, but rather the entire sky being completely obscured by some kind of tangible darkness.
Faora froze in mid-air, then abruptly looked up, a hint of shock appearing in her eyes for the first time.
Clark, enduring the excruciating pain, also looked up at the sky.
What is this thing? Wait, why does it look so familiar?
All that could be seen was a thick, viscous, dark red membrane that had somehow completely enveloped the entire Earth.
The sunlight was completely blocked, and the whole world seemed to have been swallowed up by the stomach of some ancient behemoth.
Gotham City, Batcave.
Bruce Wayne, his eyes bloodshot, frantically typed on the keyboard.
"Found it! The telomeres in these monsters' cells have a 0.3-second pause during rapid cell remodeling!"
He had just analyzed the monster's weaknesses and was preparing to connect with the Superman outside to share tactics.
Suddenly, all the hundreds of surveillance screens inside the Batcave went dark, then flashed a suffocating crimson light.
Bruce jumped to his feet, staring intently at the global Nebula displayed on the screen.
That wasn't a cloud map at all; it was a gigantic creature that completely enveloped the Earth!
"What... is this?" Bruce's breath caught in his throat.
On the edge of the Metropolis.
Wonder Woman Diana gasped for breath, her Godkiller, still as sharp as ever, but her body was covered with wounds of all sizes.
She had just severed the head of a Lesser Doomsday when, to her despair, she saw two more grotesque heads growing from the headless corpse.
The divine shield was also riddled with cracks, and she felt utterly powerless for the first time.
But at that moment, the sky was suddenly enveloped by an endless dark red fleshy membrane.
Diana looked up at the indescribable sense of oppression, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"By the gods... what kind of monster is this?"
Coast City.
Green Lantern Hal is cornered by the three-headed, re-evolved Lesser Doomsday.
Seeing the strange changes in the sky, Hal swallowed hard; the light from the Green Lantern Ring looked pitiful and helpless in the darkness.
"My God... is this another group of aliens coming to destroy the world?"
Just as the world was gripped by panic and even heroes began to despair.
Suddenly, countless huge gashes tore open in the sky of the virus that blotted out the sun.
One after another, crimson, murky giant eyes slowly opened in the sky.
Thousands upon thousands, densely packed, like gods looking down upon ants, coldly observing this world.
These giant eyes rotated, instantly locking onto every Lesser Doomsday still raging on the surface.
The divine punishment has begun.
Countless red lasers roared out from the giant eye, like a global rain of light, striking each monster with pinpoint accuracy.
The Doomsday, struck by the laser, froze instantly, its seemingly indestructible gray-white bone armor melting away as easily as butter.
Before they could even begin their proud regeneration process.
Suddenly, billions of tentacles shot out from the sky, piercing down like a torrential downpour.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Those monsters that were just moments ago so arrogant and had the army and superheroes completely routed were now like meatballs skewered on toothpicks, easily pierced and hoisted by tentacles.
In less than two seconds.
More than 40,000 Lesser Doomsday worldwide were instantly drained dry by the Blacklight tentacles before they could even let out a scream, leaving not a trace behind.
The whole world fell silent.
The civilians hiding in their bunkers, the soldiers trembling with fear as they gripped their rifles, and the superheroes fighting desperately were all dumbfounded.
Clark lay in the deep pit, watching Doomsday being instantly killed by the tentacles, his mind buzzing.
The survivors of Metropolis stared wide-eyed at the sky.
"In an instant... they were all dead?"
Was that a miracle? Or a demon that crawled out of hell?
Everyone was trembling, unable to tell whether it was from the elation of being rescued or from extreme fear of the unknown.
Meanwhile, in low Earth orbit.
Inside the bridge of the Krypton spaceship, there was a deathly silence.
General Zod stared intently at the giant holographic screen in front of him, his hands gripping the edge of the control panel so tightly that the metal surface was deformed from his grip.
The screen replayed footage of the clearing operation that had just taken place on the Earth's surface.
Forty thousand Lesser Doomsday —even during Krypton's heyday, that would have been a terrifying force capable of destroying an entire galaxy.
But just a moment ago, they were like insignificant dust, easily wiped away by the man who shot into the sky.
Not even a fingernail was left.
How could such an outrageous monster exist on this backward blue planet!
Zod's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his chest heaved violently with extreme tension.
Bang!!
The heavy, several-meter-thick alloy gate of the bridge was like a cheap biscuit, kicked to pieces from the outside.
The piercing alarm blared wildly.
Metal debris, mixed with sparks, flew everywhere, knocking down several Krypton soldiers who were on high alert.
With his hands in his pockets, Chen Mo strolled slowly across the scrap metal on the ground into the bridge.
His clothes weren't even dusty, as if he were just visiting a neighbor.
General Zod immediately assumed a fighting stance, his muscles tense to the extreme.
"Who are you?! The Earth couldn't possibly have given birth to someone like you..."
Zod's words caught awkwardly in his throat before he could finish.
Because Chen Mo didn't even look at him.
Chen Mo walked straight past General Zod, not even sparing him a glance, completely ignoring him as if he were invisible.
Chen Mo's gaze passed over the holographic command console in the center of the bridge, and over the trembling Krypton People.
His gaze was fixed on the deepest shadow in the hall.
There stood a plain-looking private wearing ordinary Krypton power armor.
Chen Mo grinned, revealing an extremely cruel yet delightful smile.
"You bastard, try running again!"