The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 215 Helplessness

"Face me! You coward!"

Once again frozen in ice, Superman roared and smashed through the ice that encased him, but the annoying giant bat was nowhere to be seen.

He took an angry step forward, but his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

Superman, lying on the ground, looked surprised and tentatively exhaled a breath. Then he saw a thick white mist emerge from his mouth.

Sure enough, as the giant bat monster continued to use low-temperature grenades in combat, the surrounding air temperature had also changed.

At this time, Superman's original superpowers could not be used because his blood vessels were filled with a high concentration of kryptonite solution.

The virus that replicated almost all of his abilities was far less active than in a normal environment due to the low temperature.

Ultimately, this led to Superman, who relied on the virus to use his superpowers, feeling extremely frustrated.

Batman, who is already a local strongman in Gotham, not only has to constantly resist the effects of the virus on his will, but also gains a physical boost beyond that of a human due to the virus.

With the balance of power shifting, even though there is still a significant gap between the two sides, Superman is even confident that as long as he catches that wretched bat monster, even if it's just once!

He swore he could tear that damned bat to shreds in an instant.

However, the black flying rat with its large flapping wings was slippery and impossible to catch!

Just as Superman was distracted in thought, the sound of flapping wings echoed in the night sky once again.

Superman whirled around, his heat vision sweeping across the scene, but only cutting through the bat-shaped cape that had somehow ended up hanging on the exposed steel bars of the ruins.

Obviously, now that the bat monster has grown wings and can fly, it no longer needs that huge cape.

Watching the cape, now split in two, flutter in the wind, making a slapping sound like flapping wings, Superman angrily slammed his fist on the floor.

Then everything went black as a bat-like monster descended from the sky and landed on his forehead.

In the chaos of battle, the bat monster hastily modified its massive bat claws, and the resulting low-temperature grenade, emitting a faint green glow, was shoved into the mouth of the furiously roaring Superman.

Batman's original consciousness is now also on the verge of completely fading away.

It wasn't that Batman's willpower was inferior to Jason's; rather, he was constantly engaged in a high-intensity guerrilla war with Superman, during which he was even hit multiple times by the aftershocks of Superman's slaps, tumbling and crashing between buildings like the Golden Snitch in Quidditch.

But before he completely lost his senses, the bat monster still kept in mind the goal that had been deeply etched into his mind since the beginning of the battle.

"Bat defeats Superman!"

Just as the grenade was about to be swallowed whole by Superman, a series of loud noises that grew louder as they approached attracted the attention of the two infected, whose instincts outweighed their reasoning.

The bat monster and Superman turned around at the same time, and then saw a dark green head smash through the last wall of the building near them, continuing to shoot into the distance.

The head with bright red lips, a pale face, and messy green hair even waved to the two infected as it passed by.

"Oh! Hi, I hope I didn't disturb you guys. Wow, you guys are playing a bit perverted."

This slight delay caused Batman to lose the last shred of clarity in his eyes.

Another instinct took control of him.

Without hesitation, the bat monster abandoned Superman, who had almost been executed by its double-killing with Kryptonite cryogenic grenades, and spread its large wings to pounce on the head.

Clearly, in actions now entirely driven and recognized by instinct, the green head is far more appealing to bats than to Superman.

Superman flicked his tongue, spitting out the giant sphere that was halfway into his mouth, and then suddenly put his hands in front of his face.

With a loud bang, this time, the ice block encasing Superman was also mixed with many tiny fragments of kryptonite crystals.

If that thing had exploded in Superman's mouth, it's hard to say whether Superman, whose abilities were reduced to a fraction of their former strength, could have survived. As Batman's consciousness became increasingly blurred, his attacks naturally became more and more brutal.

However, now, it may only take a little more time for Superman to break free again.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Li Zhen was experiencing a terrible headache.

He swore his attack on the plastic man was enough to shake the entire city of Gotham, but the guy's infinitely stretchable body absorbed all the terrifying kinetic energy impact.

Aside from various parts constantly flying off the battlefield, the plastic man himself did not suffer any real or effective damage.

He even conjured rigid, hardened arms from other parts of his body to exchange blows with Li Zhen.

Although the plastic man's strength was also insufficient to harm Li Zhen, he simply laughed strangely as he fought back, even singing a self-composed song.

"Who is both liquid and solid?!"

"It's a plastic man!"

Who is it that is all alone, yet multiplies into countless forms?!

"It's a plastic man!"

Li Zhen felt that even if this guy wasn't the real Joker, he still felt the same helplessness and disgust he had when Batman fought the Joker.

Rachel had tried to use short-range teleportation magic to teleport everyone away from the "cage" made of plastic figures, but her previous efforts had also depleted her available magic power for the day.

He swung his hand and chopped off the head that the plastic man had once again sculpted, but the head bounced back into the plastic man's body after a few jumps.

"What's the point of you doing this?"

Li Zhen paused briefly, watching as the hardened plastic figure's fist, which could have shattered bricks and broken stones, pounded uselessly against her head.

This guy is actually quite strong. After being rigidified in reverse, he can swing his fists with all his might, taking advantage of the fact that he is not afraid of physical damage feedback. If you really want to assess it, it can at least be compared to the power of a rocket launcher explosion.

However, this force was nothing more than a tickle to the Witrum people.

But what's disgusting is that this guy's ability to withstand blows is as boundless as a black hole.

No matter how blunt you strike that could destroy a city or how sharp you cut through mountains, it's all nullified by the plastic man.

"Meaning? Why don't you ask the Joker what the meaning is in all those things he does?"

Suddenly, a mouth grew out of one of the plastic figures' fists and stuck out its tongue at Li Zhen.

"You all ignored me, yet now you, practically the most powerful being on Earth, are powerless against me! That's the point!"

"—I give up. Do you guys have any cryogenic grenades left?"

Ignoring the plastic man's attack, Li Zhen turned to look at the teenage Titans.

"They were all used up during the previous escape."

Tim raised his hand somewhat weakly.

They were bound in place by the plastic figures in a semi-imprisoned manner, unable to do anything but watch helplessly.

Of course, it wasn't that nothing was done at all.

After Mia regained some strength, she tentatively fired a few arrows at the plastic man, but to no avail.

Constantine, who had one hand in his pocket, suddenly whistled, and then, in front of Lee Jung, flicked his finger in the air.

The protective magic blessing that Doctor Fate had bestowed upon him was still effective. A golden, multifaceted, diamond-shaped protective shield emerged from Constantine's index finger, preventing the plastic man's sawing lines from damaging his skin. At the same time, the force of this manipulation caused the plastic man's threads to vibrate and hum.

"The sound is even more melodious than a harp—look at me like that. By the way, when you threatened me with your fists before, did you ever think that you would need my help so soon?"