The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

The blue phantom, with its clear target, extended tentacled shadows and reached for Mar's chest.

Mar looked slightly nervous and quickly stepped back.

Even with superhuman strength, he wouldn't dare to engage the opponent rashly, given that the opponent clearly lacked a physical form.

The blue phantom missed its target. Although its expression was unclear, the voices coming from all directions sounded even more furious.

"You've kept me trapped in this hellhole for over four hundred Kryptonian years! I'm going to skin you alive and drain your blood!"

The phantom continued its pursuit, and the tip of its limbs finally touched Mar's shoulder.

But before the phantom could continue its ecstatic shouts, Mal's tense expression suddenly relaxed.

"May I touch you?"

A blue shadow resembling an octopus tentacle draped over Mar's shoulder, but did not sink into his body as Mar had expected.

He immediately grabbed the phantom's limbs with his other hand and pulled hard.

When he dodged the first attack, Mar noticed that although the opponent seemed intimidating, he was actually not very fast.

At least for Mar, who was on the superhuman drug, it wasn't fast. So he deliberately slowed down and adjusted his angle so that the other person would hit his flesh.

"It seems this protective suit will help us get close to the creatures in the Phantom Zone."

As he spoke, Mar punched the phantom, shattering it before it could even utter a cry of surprise. The phantom collapsed into a pile of particles and sank into the blood-red sand.

Seeing this, Mia relaxed a little and took a sample of the red sand that she had previously crushed into powder, putting it into a small bottle that she kept close to her body.

Before everyone entered, no one knew what the interior of the Phantom Zone was like, so Mia thought they should take some back with them, as they might be of research value.

"The instructors said before that if the internal environment was particularly harsh, we should find a place close to the landing site to wait..."

After loading the samples, Mia began to seek Mar's opinion.

This has nothing to do with their relationship. Back in Teen Titans, Mal had already shown leadership, but his ability to plan tactics was not as good as Tim's.

Mar immediately made his own judgment.

"The environment here is far from being extremely harsh. I think we can leave a mark here, and then explore outwards from this mark as the center."

Mia immediately nodded and carried out the order, taking the bow and arrow from her back and firing a beacon arrow at a large red rock nearby.

After exchanging a glance, the two embarked on their exploration of the Crimson Desert, one after the other. Shortly after they left, the blue phantom fragments that had sunk into the sand slowly rose to the surface again.

They reassembled in a very short time and returned to their previous appearance.

The phantom glanced resentfully in the direction where Mal and Mia had left, but this time, it did not rush in recklessly.

"No, they are not Kryptonians."

"Kryptonians are weakened to some extent after arriving here. There is no stellar radiation available in the Phantom Zone, so they shouldn't be this powerful."

"Go report! We must report the presence of these uninvited guests!"

After the word "we" appeared, the blue phantom began to twist and split.

Several different consciousnesses and head-shaped shadows sprouted from the body and began to argue amongst themselves.

"Go find Ethel! Let Ethel devour their souls!"

"Are you crazy?! Why would Ethel listen to you? He'll be lucky if he doesn't devour us first!"

"Then let's go find the Phantom King! The equipment those people wear can sustain their bodies; the Phantom King will definitely be interested!"

"Yes, let's go find the Phantom King. Maybe he can grant us the 'cloak' to restore our physical forms!" "Then let's go find the Phantom King!"

The phantoms quickly agreed on their story, and the extra heads that had grown out of them shrank back into their bodies.

The blue phantom returned to a state where its consciousness controlled its body, and immediately prepared to set off.

But suddenly a pair of large hands appeared behind him and grabbed the head of the blue phantom that had reverted to a single body.

"Sorry everyone, you can't go anywhere."

The blue phantom was terrified, but fortunately he could "see" the attacker's identity without turning around, so he immediately shouted and began to struggle.

"Mon El! You damned bastard! You betrayed the Phantom King, how dare you show your face!"

The owner of the giant hand gradually appeared amidst the swirling crimson sandstorm.

The man referred to as Mon Al by the Blue Phantom wore a red-based uniform that looked remarkably similar to Superman's suit, except that it had no markings on his chest.

He frowned as he looked at the blue phantom he had captured with both hands, shook his head and sighed.

"The Phantom King is nothing special; he just arrived early. Why do you have such high expectations of him?"

The blue phantom writhed even more violently. "We are all criminals of Krypton! Only if the Phantom King promises to take us out can we regain our place on Krypton!"

Mon El sighed.

"Maintaining a phantom state for so long has caused you to lose a lot of consciousness... Karl has said it many times, Krypton no longer exists."

Upon hearing this, the blue phantoms immediately stopped struggling.

Seven or eight heads popped out, and frantic shouts began to emanate from them.

"Who is Karl?!"

"How could Krypton not exist? That's a lie!!"

"No, no, I remember now, that guy in a place called Earth, the one known as Superman!"

"Krypton is destroyed, and Karl is the last one left."

"Aaaaaahh ...

The blue phantoms seemed unable to accept this reality. Mon El hadn't exerted any force, yet they shattered into countless blue light particles and sank into the desert once more.

This time, however, it was different from being manually defeated. Their consciousness was shattered by the shock of reality and would take a long time to reassemble and resurface.

At that time, the shattered and reassembled consciousness will once again forget the truth of Krypton's destruction, and those beings will coalesce into the resentful ghosts of the Kryptonians who judged them, hovering over the Red Desert.

Ironically, they harbored resentment towards the Kryptonian "rulers" who had judged them and thrown them into the Phantom Zone, and Jor-El, who had developed the Phantom Zone.

They fantasize that one day, the Phantom King, who is also a Kryptonian, will lead them back to Krypton and carve out a place for them to stand.

Yet they simply cannot accept the truth of Krypton's destruction, nor can they accept the truth that their civilization has completely lost its foothold in the universe.

"I think I've roughly figured it out."

High in the sky, Li Zhen, who had been spying for half a day, slowly descended.

"In this place, the lowest of the low are those phantoms that cannot maintain a physical form at all. They even have to merge and share their memories and consciousness in order to barely condense a ghost-like body."

"And above that, there's a guy called Phantom King. As one of the first Kryptonians to set foot in this area, he has the technology to restore his physical form, and probably used that to recruit some people?"

Mon El, who had just restrained the phantom creature, turned his head slightly, seemingly trying to determine the identity of Li Zhen in the sky behind him.

"You watched from the sky for so long, neither coming down to help nor leaving quietly... It seems you had a good relationship with those two Earthlings who left earlier; perhaps you were their elders or teachers?"

Li Zhen smiled. "Compared to those phantom creatures, your mind is far too clear. You even know about Earthlings. It seems you've been to Earth."

Mon Ayr turned around and gazed at Li Zhen in the sky.

"To be precise, Carl and I were childhood friends, and I lived on Earth for a period of time."

Then a bright smile appeared on his face, exactly like that of Superman before he turned evil.

"That Kryptonian you call Superman."