Chapter 418: Ch.417 Changing Seas and Sands

Chapter 418: Ch.417 Changing Seas and Sands

Invisible light? Su Ming pondered while flying.

But if Saint Walker wanted to bait him, he wouldn't get the chance.

Those priests were all like that.

It's like walking down a street, where a fortune teller looks at you, shakes his head, sighs, turns away, and deliberately mutters something like "disaster of blood" under his breath.

Many people would be curious or feel some other impulse, chasing after him to ask for an explanation.

When Saint Walker said that line as they passed each other, it was probably the same routine, but it didn't work on Su Ming.

He had curiosity, but he understood Saint Walker's habits better.

That alien talked in riddles; everything he said was cryptic.

If he were to ask Saint Walker how he knew about the ring, he'd surely be met with a heap of unrelated answers—something like "the birds in the sky saw it," or "the heart hasn't moved; it was just the shadow."

It would seem like he said a lot, but it wouldn't actually be of any use.

At present, these things weren't important. Su Ming needed to prioritize the problems on Earth.

That ring, which was like a tattoo, was still imprinted on Su Ming's middle finger, though it no longer glowed.

It hadn't shattered or disappeared, which meant that Eclipse still hadn't truly perished. Su Ming had long known this.

That explosion, which almost sent him to his death, certainly caused some damage to Eclipse, but it hadn't completely destroyed it.

It was probably hiding once again—it was an entity that manipulated light and shadow by nature.

When he returned to Shangri-La, he almost thought he had taken the wrong route.

The once Potala-Palace-like castles were gone, and the mountainous city had been suddenly swallowed by yellow sand.

Pyramids and obelisks rose abruptly from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain, scattered everywhere.

The yellow sand filled the valleys and blocked the rivers, and the once snow-covered mountains were now nothing but a vast desert.

A fully realized desert—he could hear the sound of wind-blown sand hitting his armor and feel the dryness in the air as if it was drying all the water inside him.

He saw Donna and the others fighting against a massive monster.

It was a giant humanoid creature with a raven's head, its elongated head adorned with six eyes in pairs.

Behind it were three pairs of black wings, which, when spread, covered the sky and cast a shadow over everyone.

Su Ming considered this. In the Speed Force, he had plenty of time to think. He touched his mask and asked Barry a question.

"Does the Justice League have any nukes?"

Since the Parliament of Flowers was made up of giant blossoms, the plant nature wouldn't change. No matter how long it took, dropping a few nukes on the Amazon was bound to have some effect.

As for the still-living Parliament of Trees, well, sorry, but this is for the greater good—the Green will remember you.

Barry hesitated. He didn't like the idea of nuclear detonations on Earth.

"We don't have nukes..."

"Nukes? We do. But we have weapons stronger than nukes." Batman's voice came from Barry's utility belt.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Here's your phone back."

Barry handed the phone to Su Ming, and it was clear Batman intended to send Clark to Swamp Thing's location.

"We're enveloped in Speed Force right now, in a bullet-time realm. Our time is flowing at a different rate compared to the outside. How are you talking to us?"

Su Ming was more interested in that point—relativity didn't explain this.

"Subspace network communication transcript, using Cyborg's Mother Box to open boom tubes, allowing a communication processing unit in the Hall of Justice to constantly jump across tightly connected timelines while transcribing the voice."

Batman wouldn't answer Deathstroke's question, but the Flash, being so open, explained everything.

After all, he was a physicist, especially when it came to Speed Force-related tech—he was directly involved.

He loved explaining how mechanical systems worked.

Alright, the Mother Box was just that unreasonable—its technology was so advanced even Su Ming couldn't fully understand it. There was no point dwelling on it.

At least knowing Superman was going over there to handle the plants bought them some time.

"Will Superman kill the plants? The talking kind?"

"...Call terminated."

Batman seemed to lose interest in conversing and hung up abruptly. Su Ming figured it was because he didn't have an answer.

Once plants gained self-awareness and could communicate, could Superman still bring himself to destroy them? That was a question.

Against aliens and robots, Clark showed no hesitation. But what about native Earth plants?

But that was just amusement for Su Ming. Batman's implied message was that this situation was up to Barry and Deathstroke now.

Now they had a giant god of death to deal with.