Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 667 (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Ink): The DC World is in imminent danger.
A filthy wave composed of billions of demons roared silently in the vacuum, and the stench of death almost penetrated the green light barrier.

The overwhelming writhing motions and the mental shock from the scarlet compound eyes were enough to cause any mortal to collapse instantly.

Despair was tangible, permeating this vacuum-like battlefield!

The Green Lantern's command resounded through the rings in the minds of all Green Lanterns.

"Hold your ground! We are the barrier of the universe! Green light, build the passage!"

Om-!
In an instant, nearly a hundred emerald green beams shot out from the lamp ring!
They no longer attack in a scattered manner, but instead converge and intertwine precisely, transforming into a torrent of will condensed to the extreme!
It pierced straight into the boundless, churning, writhing ocean of demonic creatures.

laugh--!
It was as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into viscous asphalt. The countless Parademons, upon contact with the green light, were decomposed and vaporized by pure will energy before they could even utter a cry of pain!
A narrow "vacuum" passage was forcibly burned and pierced through in a living ocean formed by billions of demons!
At the end of the passage, there was a massive throne ship that resembled a moving mountain and emitted a destructive red light!
"It's now!"

Neptune Arthur Curry pointed his golden trident at the other end of the passage, his deep voice booming through the channel as he forcefully swept away the scattered Parademons approaching the barrier.

"Keep up!" Wonder Woman Diana shouted, her Lasso of Truth flashing with golden light as she charged out along the green light tunnel!

Bruce Yu followed silently behind, his clothes fluttering in the high-speed energy flow. His dual pupils locked onto the target at the end of the passage, his gaze as calm as ancient ice.

Cyborg followed closely beside Bruce Yu, his arm energy cannons constantly on high alert, scanning the restless paranormal walls around the passage.

The clown let out a shrill laugh and darted out like an eel, wriggling his body: "Haha! Join the parade!"

Under his influence, the Gotham villains he had drawn in—the Penguin, Scarecrow, Mr. Freeze, Killer Croc, Two-Face, and others—had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward haphazardly along this lifeline forcibly carved out by their will.

The passage was short, yet it felt like traversing a tunnel through hell.

The Green Lanterns kept the passage clear, their emerald light appearing both fragile and magnificent under the gaze of countless crimson compound eyes, the hissing sound of energy overload clearly audible.

With every meter forward, the remnants of demonic remains, their edges scorched by green light, silently dissipated.

at last!

The green light tunnel pierced through the final wall of filth, delivering the core of the Justice League and a small group of disorganized Gotham villains directly to the innermost platform of the Throne of Destruction.
A huge, empty, black deck with a cold metallic sheen!
This is no longer an ocean of demons, but the pressure has suddenly risen to its peak!

It doesn't come from quantity, but from quality!

Right before them stood several figures, towering majestically.

They came in various forms, yet they all exuded the same suffocating aura of darkness.

They are Darkseid's claws, the dark elite of Apokolips!

The kind grandmother's bloated figure wore a hypocritical, sinister smile, her cloudy old eyes flashing with cruel light, and the scepter she held in her hand seemed to embody endless pain.

Disad sat upright in the suspended mechanical chair, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood. Only his cold gaze swept over the crowd like a scalpel, analyzing their weaknesses, a cruel, manipulative smile playing on his lips.

The praying mantis crossed its arms in front of its chest. Its mantis-like body possessed an inhuman elegance, yet it was also filled with a deadly sense of danger. An invisible spiritual force rippled through the air, like thorns on one's back.

Kant leaned forward slightly, gripping a huge, peculiar longsword in both hands. Beneath his faceless helmet, only two points of burning red light shone, a signal that he had locked onto his prey. No words were needed; his killing intent filled the space.

The Titans stood silently like living steel fortresses, exuding a destructive power. Every tiny movement produced a dull metallic scraping sound. Their mere existence, radiating malice, power, and oppression, felt like invisible mountains, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts!
Aquaman felt the trident in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, Wonder Woman's divine power also felt a strong sense of stagnation, and Cyborg's processor issued an overload warning!

The Gotham villains were utterly terrified, their jaws chattering, and Scarecrow hunched over, almost trying to hide himself in the Penguin's shadow.

However, this suffocating oppression is like a firefly compared to the blazing sun when it comes to the being on the throne!
It was a figure, a figure sitting on a massive throne that seemed to be made of star bones.

Darkseid!

His physique doesn't rely on height, but rather on its unparalleled weight, solidity, and terrifying sense of power.

His rock-like, grayish-black skin was covered with powerful runes of unknown meaning, and dark red energy flowed beneath it like lava.

He just sat there quietly, like the cornerstone of the universe, devouring all the light around him, the source of all darkness!

Just as everyone's eyes instinctively focused on him—

Darkseid's head turned slightly.

Those eyes—finally looked over!
Those aren't eyes! They are—a fissure cracked open in the abyss itself!
Like two burning, dark red stars! Cold, inhuman, with the indifference of an end-of-all-trades!
That wasn't anger, hatred, or contempt!

It was a complete indifference! A pure nihilism that viewed things like how dust floats and how insects struggle!
However, it is precisely this gaze, devoid of any human emotion, that carries the terrifying weight of annihilation!
"Ugh!"

Gotham's villains instantly became the center of this terrifying and powerful storm!

Ozwald Copport the Penguin is the first to be targeted!
He felt as if his eyeballs were being pierced by countless steel needles, and his brain was being gripped and kneaded by a cold, giant hand!
All his scheming, ambition, and the dignity of the underground emperor of Gotham were as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of this power that transcended comprehension!

His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees on the cold metal deck with a thud. His signature top hat rolled to one side, and his obese body trembled violently. A dying sob escaped his throat: "Unforgive us, great God, forgive us, but we are just dust."

The sound was distorted and warped, filled with boundless fear and utter submission.

This is like a signal flare!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Scarecrow Jonathan Klein was the second to collapse, his pants instantly soaked. His proud theory of fear gas was laughably insignificant in the face of this real, supreme terror from the ends of the universe, leaving only a muffled scream.

Victor Frith, the man in cryogenics, collapsed to his knees with a thud. The device maintaining his cryogenic vital signs sounded an urgent alarm. He clutched his ice gun tightly, as if it were his last lifeline, but he had completely lost the courage to even look up at the throne.

Even the killer crocodile howled in terror and pain, its ferocious instincts crushed under this gaze, and finally collapsed heavily to the ground like livestock awaiting slaughter.

Harvey Dent, the Two-Face?
Just an ordinary person whose face was disfigured.

If not now, when?

(End of this chapter)