At this moment, the one who had saved Black Adam was none other than Clark, who had just swapped opponents with him moments earlier.
Clark's technique was something Black Adam recognized immediately—it was the heat vision he had previously dismissed as too weak.
But the heat vision unleashed from Clark's eyes was entirely different from that of the Homelander or the Kryptonian mechanical warriors. Though the technique was the same in principle, its power was on an entirely different plane of existence. Calling the difference "worlds apart" didn't even begin to do it justice.
"Th-thank you!" Black Adam, recovering from his shock, stared at the ashes before him and, for the first time, seemed to understand the meaning of humility. His gratitude toward Clark was genuine.
"No problem. Be careful. If you can't handle them head-on, focus on evasion. These Doomsdays aren't truly living beings, and their combat patterns are rigid. There are plenty of ways to stall them without engaging directly," Clark said calmly, shaking his head.
"You don't need to kill them. Just hold out until we take care of the rest."
Black Adam, feeling a mix of embarrassment and disbelief, turned to survey the battlefield. He had intended to ask how long it would take to kill so many Doomsdays but froze mid-sentence. The massive swarm of Doomsdays—what should have been an unstoppable army—was gone.
"W-what the hell?! Are there more experts here?!"
The scene left Black Adam so shocked that he involuntarily cursed. He clearly remembered that the Doomsdays who had initially charged were only a vanguard. Their numbers were nothing compared to the full Doomsday army that had followed.
Yet here he stood, unable to even subdue a vanguard unit, while the massive army of Doomsdays on the other side had been wiped out entirely. How could Black Adam accept this?
He began to doubt reality itself, wondering if he was still asleep. Everything that had happened since he escaped his seal felt more like a bizarre dream—a surreal, incomprehensible distortion of logic and reality.
"If this is real, then these people should already have the power to unite all the gods! How could they not even control a single planet? This makes no sense—it must be a dream!" Black Adam muttered to himself, desperately trying to piece together his shattered worldview.
On the other side of the battlefield, Robert observed the fight with a calm expression. "The remaining Doomsdays should give the Avengers enough of a workout. Their strength and numbers are impressive, but their attacks are too simplistic. Evading them shouldn't be difficult," he murmured softly.
It was Robert who had exterminated the massive horde of Doomsdays in an instant. On Earth, there were only three individuals capable of such a feat: Robert, Clark, and the Sentry. Even the Ancient One couldn't have eliminated so many Doomsdays this quickly.
Of course, the Ancient One could have used spatial magic to teleport the Doomsdays away or temporal magic to freeze them in place, but outright killing them was an entirely different matter.
The officials behind the Doomsday project were thrown into chaos. The destruction of such a large number of Doomsdays was a catastrophic loss.
This particular batch of Doomsdays had been produced at great cost, rivaling the resources spent on their last campaign against the Planet Devourer.
The organizations had been brimming with confidence, certain that this army of Doomsdays could crush not only the Avengers but several iterations of the Avengers if needed.
Their rationale seemed sound: Doomsdays, while not the most powerful individuals in existence, represented one of the strongest collective forces. The vast power gap between Kryptonian mechanical warriors and Doomsdays led them to believe that most Avengers couldn't hold a candle to the latter.
And to some extent, their assumptions weren't entirely wrong. Many Avengers were indeed weaker than Doomsdays. Apart from a handful of top-tier members who could outright kill them, the majority of Avengers could, at best, fight to a draw or delay them.
What the officials hadn't accounted for, however, was the true power of the Avengers' elite. Their strength was beyond the scope of the officials' understanding.
Part of this ignorance stemmed from the officials' limited involvement in past supernatural crises. During the Planet Devourer incident, they had poured immense resources into their response, yet their efforts had amounted to nothing. The Doomsdays they deployed had barely been a nuisance to the Planet Devourer.
Subsequent events, such as the arrival of the Eternals and Deviants, found the organizations utterly unprepared, as they were still reeling from their prior expenditures.
Even during Darkseid's invasion, the officials had no real grasp of what transpired, let alone a chance to intervene.
In truth, these officials were little more than spectators of supernatural events. They had no real understanding of their scale, and their leaders—ordinary humans—were inherently limited in their perception of the extraordinary.
Now, as Robert stood in the sky, having obliterated the Doomsdays in mere moments, the officials were left scrambling for answers. Their supercomputers replayed the scene in slow motion countless times, finally managing to discern a faint blur—the shadow of Robert moving at incomprehensible speed.
Even then, they could hardly comprehend what had happened. After extensive analysis, their systems identified the blur as Robert, the Saiyan who posed a greater threat to them than Clark.
"He killed them all… How did Robert become this powerful?"
"From what we've gathered, Saiyans grow stronger over time. Based on our intel, Robert wasn't this strong when he first appeared. Back then, even Kryptonian mechanical warriors could have taken him out."
"And what good does that information do us now? We can't go back in time. Even if we had known, we lacked the resources or the means to eliminate him then."
"That's true. Don't forget, Lex Luthor was aware of both Clark and Robert's identities but still failed to kill them despite his schemes. We're just inheriting Lex's legacy without adding anything new—what made us think we could wipe out the Avengers?"
Under the immense pressure of their losses, some officials began to reflect. They reluctantly admitted that their arrogance had blinded them.
Their overconfidence wasn't entirely baseless. The Avengers' voluntary retirement had led them to believe they were in control of the world.
The addition of Doomsdays and Kryptonian mechanical warriors only bolstered their hubris, leading to the current debacle.
But now, as they stared at the image of Robert hovering in the sky, many officials felt their courage crumble. They knew Robert's ruthless reputation all too well—anyone who crossed him was inevitably wiped out.
If they couldn't stop him, their fate seemed sealed.
"We have to act. We can't just sit here and wait to die!"
"Agreed! If Robert finds out what we've done, he'll come for us without hesitation!"
"But how do we stop him? Use public opinion?"
"Public opinion? The Avengers have already withdrawn from the public eye, and we have no dirt on Robert. Besides, his family is hidden away—we can't leverage them against him."
Amid their desperation, one organization proposed a sinister plan: to frame the groups that had actively deployed Doomsdays as scapegoats.
"If we turn the others into scapegoats, we might be able to save ourselves."
"But one organization can't do this alone. We'll need to ally with other inactive groups—and perhaps even strike first to eliminate the active ones and seize their resources."
This suggestion, born from self-preservation, quickly turned into ambition.
Those who had abstained from the conflict now saw an opportunity to profit, realizing that the chaos could be exploited to consolidate power. They began to form alliances and target active organizations like Vought International.
Vought, which had been instrumental in orchestrating this war, became their primary target. Its vast wealth, including assets like the Seven, made it an enticing prize.
Meanwhile, Robert, aware of the activity surrounding the remaining Doomsdays, muttered to himself, "More Doomsdays? After I wiped out so many of them, someone still dares to send reinforcements?"
Though artificial, the Doomsdays still emitted a detectable energy signature, allowing Robert to sense their movements.
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