In a sea of plasma fire reaching temperatures of up to millions of degrees.
Chen Mo stepped on the Devastator body, which looked like a rag doll that had been used by a teddy bear, and stretched out his tentacles, preparing to swallow the remaining half of the Devastator body in one gulp.
The prey was completely defenseless; eating it would allow you to acquire some cool new skills.
But just as he was about to take a bite, a sudden, subtle sensation rushed to his head.
Chen Mo stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowing.
"Hmm, it feels like eating expired instant noodles, no, it's even more disgusting than that."
The Batman Who Laughs at that rat who lives in the sewers all year round, whose every fart is a scheme; why would he go to the trouble of sending a high-end punching bag over for takeout?
Chen Mo lowered his head and carefully examined the Devastator at his feet, its mouth open and eyes closed, breathing little and exhaling much.
Batman's tactics are consistently outrageously dirty; what if you just blindly swallow it and get an upset stomach?
Chen Mo pursed his lips, suppressing his desire to eat without any hesitation.
Since it's poison bait, let's just treat it as non-recyclable waste and destroy it directly.
He raised his right arm, and the liquefied Blacklight tissue, empowered by extreme stellar energy, rapidly reformed into a long, dark red Glaive.
Without uttering a single word, he unleashed a flurry of slashes at the Devastator's remaining torso.
A brutal physical exorcism is the best weed killer against all schemes and tricks.
The hard, grayish-white bone armor was cleanly and decisively sliced into hundreds of pieces by this unparalleled sharpness.
The Devastator tried to resist, but his proud regeneration speed didn't even have time to sprout any flesh before he was reduced to ashes by the terrifying stellar flames and the slashing attack.
In just a few seconds.
That ultimate weapon, which once stirred up bloodshed and terrorized countless universes, was reduced to nothing, not even a cell membrane, in this endless light and heat.
Crushed to ashes, reduced to ashes and vanished into nothingness.
Chen Mo looked at the area before him, completely cleansed by nuclear fusion, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to fly towards Earth.
at the same time.
Near-Earth orbit outside the atmosphere.
Three Krypton landing craft are forming an attack formation.
The massive cannon muzzles were aimed at the dark red sky below, which blotted out the sun, and the humming sounds of the cannons fully charged blended together.
High-energy particle rays intertwined to form a dazzling web of destructive light, pouring down like a meteor shower onto the slowly writhing barrier of flesh and blood.
Zod looked expectantly through the porthole. Just a little bit! Just a little bit, and I could go in and take Kal-El away!
But the result was completely unexpected.
All the beams of light disappeared into the dark red sky, only creating slow-spreading ripples on the surface.
Those raging photons couldn't even cause the slightest penetrating damage before being completely devoured by this greedy defensive net.
General Zod clenched his fist and slammed it onto the heavy control panel.
"Damn it! Why is everything on Earth always going so wrong!?"
The tabletop collapsed with a loud crash, leaving a fist-shaped dent, but the frustration in his heart was not relieved in the slightest.
While all the Krypton soldiers were dumbfounded...
The flesh-and-blood canopy, which had been unilaterally enduring the bombing, suddenly launched a violent counterattack.
Countless dark red tentacles rose from the depths of the flesh membrane, like giant the Deep vines shooting straight towards the near-Earth orbit.
The two closest landing craft didn't even have time to raise their position before they were firmly entangled by the tentacles.
A piercing metallic distorting sound erupted on the public channel.
The Krypton People' prized high-voltage deflection shield burst like a fragile soap bubble.
With a burst of force from its thick tentacles, the spaceship was shredded like a soda can being thrown into a garbage compactor.
The dazzling explosion flashed for only a moment before all the debris and Krypton soldiers who couldn't escape were sucked into the sky below by the tentacles.
"General, this defensive barrier is impenetrable!"
The adjutant's face turned deathly pale, and his voice trembled, "The shield is rapidly descending; it's draining our energy in the opposite direction!"
This is not a battle.
This is a completely unknown deep-space monster, drooling over Krypton's last remaining forces.
Several veins bulged on Zod's forehead.
If they continue to waste time here, everyone, including him, will become a pile of space junk that no one cares about.
The great undertaking to restore Krypton's glory will also come to a complete end on this backward blue planet.
"Cease all firing and immediately regroup!"
Zod made the most frustrating yet wisest decision of his military career.
The adjutant paused, then shouted, "What about Commander Faora and the others who are still on the Earth's surface carrying out their capture mission?"
"Abandon the search and rescue."
Zod's eyelids twitched, and he practically gritted his teeth as he uttered those words.
Such local sacrifices are insignificant in order for the survival of the entire community.
"Activate maximum power warp drive and get out of this damned galaxy immediately!"
As the commander's orders were relayed.
The remaining few Krypton ships quickly turned around.
A burst of intense light erupted from its deep blue tail flames, and the spaceship transformed into a shooting star, fleeing in disarray into the unknown depths of space.
At the same time.
A distant, unknown dimension.
The eerie, dark, and oppressive hall still retained a faint, lingering smell of blood.
The Dark Knights from the Dark Multiverse all gathered in front of the giant light screen in the center.
The Batman Who Laughs stood at the very top of the steps.
Pale, slender fingers casually stroked her chin, her smiling face radiating an air of effortless confidence.
One second ago, the scene showed Chen Mo rubbing his fists, ready to devour the Devastator.
Once that flesh and blood imbued with the Dark Dimension enters Chen Mo's stomach, an unavoidable causal connection will be quietly established.
However.
The scene of eating that all the knights had been waiting for did not happen.
Chen Mo, inside the light screen, abruptly shut his mouth and unhesitatingly transformed his palm into Glaive.
A series of violent slashes instantly reduced the Devastator to utter nothingness amidst the stellar flames.
The giant light screen suddenly flickered violently a few times.
The previously vibrant stream of vital signs data vanished without a trace, as if a power outage had occurred.
The entire screen finally froze into a meaningless, pale white snowflake.
The manic, piercing laughter that had been echoing in the air, unique to the Batman Who Laughs, suddenly seemed to have been firmly gripped by an invisible hand.
All sound ceased abruptly in an instant.
The hall fell into an eerily quiet silence.
The Bat of the Batman Who Laughs froze in place, his fingers hovering in mid-air.
The Merciless below the steps sneered, drew the Sword of the God of War from his waist, and slammed it forcefully onto the obsidian floor tiles beside him.
"Is this the show you were so confident about?"
He scoffed without hesitation, "You throw the Devastator over there just to watch them be roasted to ashes in the sun?"