The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Even the previous battles fought in the suburbs dozens of kilometers from the metropolis were not as shocking as this air battle.

Right before his eyes, Superman Clark grabbed a Kryptonian warrior's leg and then swung him around violently.

They actually used the Kryptonian warrior as a weapon, swinging it around and smashing it down on the other Kryptonians.

Meanwhile, Batman Bruce Wayne wasn't idle either. He activated all the power armor of the Anti-Super Batman Armor, bringing all the weapons on his body to a standstill.

Hellfire missiles, electromagnetic pulse weapons, fear gas...

They were all facing the Kryptonian warriors on the battlefield.

A sonic boom, tearing through the air, could be heard not far away.

Dozens of jet-black fighter jets, arranged in a formation resembling wild geese, slicing through the air and rapidly approaching.

......

White Dream City.

The world engine that was suspended in the sky has completely crashed to the ground.

And under Bai Lang's orders, Gordon led the entire guard to the location where the World Engine had fallen.

Accept this Kryptonian technology.

The World Engine is a technological construct created by Krypton specifically to terraform the planet's environment.

Items that possess this planetary-level environment reconstruction technology are exceptionally advanced in terms of Kryptonian technology and craftsmanship.

What Bai Lang could directly perceive included atmospheric alteration and gravitational field distortion.

Not to mention that if this thing were combined with the Kryptonian Codex inside Superman Clark, it could actually clone Kryptonians.

It's important to know that Kryptonians have a genetic lock in their genes. Anyone who tries to clone a Kryptonian or modify their genes will create Doomsday.

Doomsday can be described as one of the most terrifying creatures in the entire DC universe.

Along with the Parademons under Darkseid, they are known as the two most powerful biological weapons in the entire universe.

Even Superman was killed by Doomsday.

However, if we obtain the technology of the World Engine, we can then use it for the defense and construction of White Dream City.

America could no longer do anything to White Dream City, and he could be a good leader of White Dream City.

Gather strength until the heaven in your heart, the white dream in your mind, descends to this earth.

At this moment, Bai Lang lay on a soft bed woven from plants, stimulating his strength.

To his left, Harley Quinn lay panting heavily.

She was panting heavily; clearly, riding the horse had taken a toll on her energy.

He was drenched in sweat, which dripped continuously down his fair skin.

"call..."

On the right, Catwoman Selena is lying on the ground.

His chest heaved violently; he was completely exhausted.

Clearly, neither of them were skilled horse riders.

At least that's how Bai Lang sees it.

After this period of recovery, Bai Lang's physical condition is almost at its peak.

Thanks to the rotation of his cells, his body was exceptionally strong.

Even if he rides a horse for several more months, he will have no problem, and he may even be able to insult the entire earth in the future.

Scary to think about!

Bai Lang sat up in bed, feeling incredibly refreshed, just in time to comprehend martial arts.

Previously, under a gravitational field, he used his own magnetic field power to absorb the external magnetic field in order to reduce energy consumption.

Furthermore, with the help of the gravitational field and that strange state, his right arm regrew back.

Now it's about finding that feeling of absorbing external magnetic fields with your own magnetic field power.

He walked to a distance, closed his eyes, and channeled his powerful will to unleash the magnetic field energy within his body.

Golden lightning bolts appeared from his body and condensed on his skin.

Even the magnetic field around him was affected by this powerful force and his own strong will.

Bai Lang closed his eyes tightly and used his powerful will to draw the surrounding magnetic field closer to his own magnetic field power.

Then he transformed his magnetic field power into a giant fish, an enormous fish.

The fish's black and white body resembles a tai chi symbol, enveloping the surrounding magnetic field.

Package, and more packages...

After completely wrapping it, compress it tightly, compressing it as much as possible.

He compressed all these magnetic forces around himself, onto the golden armor on his body.

This golden armor no longer needs to consume his magnetic field power; the external magnetic field is sufficient to maintain it.

It's just maintaining the status quo.

Even so, the damage and some attacks that the golden armor can withstand are still terrifying.

With this electric armor on his body, Bai Lang could act freely.

The previous battle with the Martian Manhunter was a defeat because it required constant cell regeneration to replenish its energy.

If I had this lightning armor, the outcome would be truly uncertain.

At this moment, everyone in the shelters came out.

The city center has been completely destroyed.

Looking at the devastated city center of Baimeng, many people couldn't help but feel horrified.

But when their gaze fell upon the golden figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the ruins, everyone showed utmost reverence.

Because this is the hope of everyone in White Dream City.

The leader of all—the White Dream Leader!!

"Leader! Leader, we respect and love you!!"

"..."

Although these people were standing very far away, Bai Lang's hearing was now incredibly sharp.

Naturally, they could hear each other clearly.

He wasn't interested in any of that. After all, if he wanted, everyone in the entire White Dream City would be his, and everyone would be perfectly willing to do so.

Of course, except for Batman and his crew.

However, his attention was elsewhere at that moment.

A cell phone with power and signal, and a metropolis thousands of miles away.

There were faint sounds coming from there, seemingly from General Zod.

......

"Humans, you have lived in our Kryptonian Promised Land for many years..."

"Now, it's time to take back our planet..."

General Zod's face appeared on the big screen, and his voice resounded in countless places.

Beside him, Superman, dressed in a blue bodysuit and wearing a red cape, was being held down by four Kryptonians.

The entire spaceship was pitch black, completely blocking out the yellow sunlight.

There was absolutely no power left.

Superman Clark was being dragged roughly by Kryptonian officer Nick Fury, his face covered in blood and his body covered in various wounds.

Burns, bruises, and damage caused by green kryptonite.

When Superman's image appeared on the big screen, panic gripped America.

Metropolis was in complete chaos. The timid criminals, seeing Superman captured and reduced to this state, began to commit crimes again.

Lex Industries Building.

"I am merciful. If you do not surrender and accept our rule, then destruction will be your only fate..."

Lex Luthor sat in his office chair with a monitor in front of him displaying General Zod's live broadcast to the world.

"See, I told you he wasn't omnipotent, didn't I?" he said, turning to his female secretary beside him.

The female secretary remained expressionless; she had always been like this, and Luther was already used to it.

"Heh... the promised land of aliens? How is this any different from America's ancestors?"

He sneered, "We don't need rulers; humanity can govern itself."

After saying that, he gave instructions to his female secretary.

"Keep an eye on whether the superheroes from the Justice Society are making any moves..."

The female secretary nodded, then turned and left the office.

Outside the Lex Industries building, on several nearby streets.

"Gah gah gah!! Superman has been defeated, the Earth is going to be destroyed, and humanity is going to perish!"

A bald, muscular man wearing a black vest was lewdly laughing on the street.

"Humanity is about to perish, so I'm going to rape several...dozens of women to reproduce!"

"Shoot out the sweet sap! Shoot it out hard from the mouth and teeth!!"

Opposite him, a plump woman wearing a pink T-shirt walked slowly, carrying several thin men in her arms.

"Hehehe... You all called me a fat pig, so I'll make you taste what a fat pig is like..."

In more and more unseen places, this despair continues to spread.