On the other side, the situation on the battlefield had deteriorated to an extreme degree.
Wonder Woman Diana and Grail, back to back, barely managed to hold on against the Devastator's ferocious attacks.
This monster, formed from the fusion of Bruce Wayne and Doomsday, is terrifying. Every punch it throws carries earth-shattering power, and every roar it unleashes dark energy capable of distorting reality.
"Roar--!"
The Devastator slammed down with a punch, and Diana raised her shield of divine power to meet it head-on. However, the force of the blow sent her sliding backward dozens of meters, her feet carving two deep furrows in the rocky ground.
"No! Nth Metal has too limited effect on it!"
Grail gasped for breath. The Nth Metal longsword in her hand had just slashed a deep, bone-revealing wound into the Devastator's shoulder blade, but the wound was healing at a visible speed, gray bone spurs regrowing from the flesh, even more gruesome than before.
These Dark Batman from the Dark Multiverse do not seem to follow the laws of life and death in the Prime Universe.
Nth Metal can severely damage them, but it cannot completely destroy them as it would destroy ordinary nightmare creations.
Just as Diana and Grail were on the verge of despair, a streak of silver-gold light tore through the dark sky!
The figure moved faster than the Devastator could react. It didn't use any fancy techniques, just a simple punch, plain and unadorned, yet containing the power to shatter stars, which struck the Devastator squarely in the chest.
"Boom--!!!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled, extremely loud thud.
The Devastator's massive and indestructible body froze.
It looked down at the fist that gleamed with silver-gold light piercing through its chest, and for the first time, a pure, incomprehensible horror, a mixture of the savagery of Doomsday and the pain of Bruce Wayne, surfaced in its eyes.
The next second, its body began to disintegrate.
Like snow exposed to sunlight, it dissipates inch by inch from the point of contact with that fist, turning into the most primordial dark particles and returning to Void.
Diana staggered to her feet, staring incredulously at the figure hovering in mid-air.
The familiar red and blue color scheme has disappeared, replaced by a suit of armor that gleams with a bright silver sheen. Golden energy patterns flow across the armor, and the hopeful "S" emblem on the chest now resembles a miniature Sun.
" Clark?" Diana's voice held a mixture of uncertainty and immense surprise. "You... you succeeded?!"
Superman Clark Kent slowly withdrew his fist, simply nodding heavily at her, his eyes filled with an unprecedented firmness and determination.
He didn't say much.
Because Thomas had told him that these so-called Dark Knight were essentially just nightmare aggregates created by Barbatos using dark energy; they were not true beings with independent Soul Stone.
Killing them is not taking lives; it's simply sending a misplaced mass of energy back to where it belongs.
Without the shackles of morality, there is no longer a need to be restrained.
Clark Kent completely unleashed the full power belonging to Superman.
The next moment, his figure transformed into a silver-gold afterimage and vanished from the battlefield.
In the distance, the Dawnbreaker were toying with James and Lucy using green energy manifestations.
Suddenly, sensing something, he looked up and saw a golden light rapidly magnifying in his field of vision.
Before he could even build any defenses, the Iron Fist, enveloped in stellar energy, was already imprinted on his chest.
Pure power crushed all the creations of will born of fear.
The sinister smile on the Dawnbreaker's face froze, and his body, like a purified shadow, silently dissipated into the air.
Elsewhere, a cyborg the Murder Machine was infecting Cyborg's system with a nanomachine virus when suddenly, a hand pressed down on its head.
"Sizzle--"
A scorching light burst forth from that palm, as Superman poured the Element X into it without reservation.
The Murder Machine emitted a piercing electronic wail, and every nanoparticle that made up its body was decomposed and evaporated under this sacred power.
This is a complete dimensional reduction attack.
For these monsters who rely on darkness and trickery, a Superman who gives his all without reservation is the most severe and irresistible "father."
"I... I have to say," Arsenal Roy said, his Adam's apple bobbing as he watched the figure flashing across the sky, each flash signifying the purification of a powerful nightmare.
"Every time I see Superman actually use his powers, I feel like a fragile baby."
Thaddeus Ross Wilson, standing beside him, wiped the blood from his knife and retorted without looking up, "You're nothing more than a paramecium."
"Hey! You..." Roy was a little annoyed, but looking at Thaddeus Ross's cold profile, he ultimately didn't say anything more.
Speedy Mia and Red Arrow Emiko were standing nearby, were amused by this unexpected sarcastic remark, which eased the tense atmosphere on the battlefield.
"That joke isn't funny, is it?" Lucy Quinn looked at the Guardian James beside her.
Then she saw the corners of James's mouth, which he was trying so hard to suppress but still managed to curl slightly upwards, and she couldn't help but purse her lips.
While Superman was wreaking havoc, the atmosphere remained heavy in another corner of the battlefield.
Batman was kneeling on the ground, using a small, portable device to scan Damian and Barry's physical data.
The rapidly scrolling red alerts and chaotic waveforms on the screen made his face grow increasingly grim.
"No, the toxin is mutating; it's fusing with their cellular structure." He turned to Michael Holt, the equally grave-looking Mister Terrific had just arrived, and said, " Michael, is there a way to separate them?"
"This is beyond my knowledge, Bruce," Mister Terrific shook his head, "This energy... it's rewriting the very essence of their lives."
Just then, a deep voice sounded behind them.
" Bruce, don't you want to look at what you're wearing?"
Batman paused, turning sharply to look at the tall figure also clad in silver and gold Bat-Armor.
He instantly realized what was happening.
" Thomas," his voice trembled slightly with excitement, "You mean... the Tenth Metal can solve this problem?"
Thor, known as " Thomas," did not answer, but simply tossed over a Crystal filled with golden liquid.
"This will be used for healing, and incidentally, it can also strengthen his physical abilities." Thor's gaze fell on Damian's pale face, a playful smile curving his lips. "Consider it... a little gift for my dear grandson."
"Good grandson?"
Damian the dual pain of his body and Soul Stone being torn apart. Upon hearing this address, he mustered all his strength to lift his head and looked blankly at the unfamiliar man in the shiny Bat-Armor before him.
Why did he call me... grandson?
Batman, however, did not hesitate at all.
He caught the potion and, without a word, immediately activated the golden energy from his armor, which resembled that of a nascent star. He placed one hand on Damian's chest and the other on Barry Allen's shoulder.
At the same time, he unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the entire bottle of golden potion into Damian's mouth.
"Buzz--!"
The creative power of the Tenth Metal surged into their bodies, like the most precise scalpel, beginning to peel away the nitrous oxide toxins bound to their cells.
The potion transformed into a warm current, repairing Damian's abdomen, which had been pierced by the Nth Metal sword, and strengthening his internal organs, which were on the verge of collapse.
Within minutes, the strange flush and ecstatic smiles on their faces quickly faded, and their breathing gradually calmed down.
"Phew... I... I'm back?" Barry Allen sat up abruptly, panting heavily. He felt the Speed Force within him become pure again, his face filled with lingering fear and relief.
He stood up, walked over to Batman, and gave the silent man a firm hug.
"Thank you, Bruce." He leaned close to Batman's ear and whispered, "Seriously... were you also saved by Thomas?"
Batman said nothing, but slowly turned his head and stared at him with his eyes, which were still frighteningly sharp even under the hood.
"Uh..." Barry chuckled awkwardly and immediately let go. "I... I think Clark needs backup! I'm leaving now!"
Before he could finish speaking, a golden bolt of lightning flashed, the Flash vanished from his spot in an instant.
Damian also propped himself up to stand up. The wound on his abdomen had completely healed, without even a scar. His body was filled with an unprecedented sense of strength.
He felt so powerful he could take on ten bats!
He looked at " Thomas," the one who had saved everyone, then at his father, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him.
"Father, who is he?"
Bruce Wayne remained silent, seemingly pondering how to explain this complex issue.
However, Thor didn't wait for him to speak.
He stepped forward, ignoring Damian's momentary wariness, and reached out to ruffle his stubborn black hair.
That gesture carried a sense of natural intimacy.
"I am your grandfather, Damian."