While they'd been talking, Poison Ivy had also planted numerous plants on the battlefield. Now under her control, plants burst from the ground one after another.
The Yellow Lanterns were accustomed to construct combat. The plants emerging from underfoot and Livewire caught them completely off guard. Some were shocked senseless. Some had bodies half-corroded by acidic plants' sprayed mucus. Some were swallowed whole by carnivorous plants. Some had hands and feet bound by vines—all varieties present.
Deathstroke wasn't to be outdone. Avoiding numerous Yellow Lantern constructs, he killed in from the side. Left hand held a titanium alloy blade. Right hand held an acid-attribute magic blade obtained from looting the Cult of the Cold Flame. Many aliens looked quite abstract. He didn't care what enemies looked like—aimed at estimated neck, wrist, ankle locations and slashed fiercely.
His physical capabilities had long exceeded human limits. Combined with strange footwork and skilled martial arts, many Yellow Lanterns barely noticed someone beside them before getting whirlwind-slashed to the ground.
Papa Midnite cast two group spells. His magical power wasn't as deep as Thea's—effects were mediocre. Suddenly he saw "Slime," resembling a blob monster, trying to escape. Though the corpse wrapped inside appeared to be an alien with no connection to his Earth ancestral spirits—
He still chanted and cast. Forced control! The ancestral spirits responded. Borrowing magical power to bridge the connection, the skeleton inside "Slime" suddenly extended a bone claw. The fleeing creature suffered heavy damage, liquid gushing from the wound.
Papa Midnite pressed his advantage, directing the skeleton to explode directly inside "Slime."
The liquid-bodied Lantern burst into acid water, collapsing motionless to the ground.
Battlefield situation showed one-sided dominance. Most eye-catching was definitely Livewire. From visual-audio effects, ignoring her was difficult.
Silver-white electric current continuously scattered from her. Yet having been a host previously, she'd fought pitifully few times. She also wanted to coolly throw lightning bolts. However, her aim was truly worrying. Force control also problematic.
Clearly aiming at the enemy before her—opponent's construct shield also raised—unexpectedly her swing landed on a nearby enemy's face.
The Yellow Lanterns didn't know her aim was poor. They thought this was her fighting style, rushing over en masse to surround her.
Livewire least feared being surrounded. Plus she couldn't control wildly arcing electricity. Her area damage results could be called scene-best.
Add her occasionally flashing out of encirclements, running from one crowd to another to discharge—she beat numerous Yellow Lanterns miserably.
Not everyone could be like Sinestro and Thea, creating construct giants protecting entire bodies. Most people could only construct partial body armor. Everyone was shocked painfully—without special life forms, few could be immune to electric shocks.
Can't fight like this! Originally seeing Thea not acting, Fiora who'd seemed fierce earlier also not entering, the self-proclaimed "Universal Emperor" Mongul II also stood unmoved, playing cool.
Now he felt he couldn't stay still. Though losing face slightly, he still prepared to eliminate the greatest threat to his side—Livewire—first.
He'd barely taken a step when he instantly froze.
Could only feel something squeezing into his body. Simultaneously, it felt like a giant hammer viciously pounding his head.
He didn't know this was Deadman and Grudd cooperating—one drilling in, one forcing control. His will had originally been worn seven-eighths away by four rings. Now encountering these two rogue skills, he in the mental world continuously lost ground. His entire body's control had been seized by a third—if he could still move, that would be bizarre.
Seeing several generals fighting beautifully, Thea's side soldiers' morale greatly lifted.
Deathstroke's daughter was particularly outstanding. Her fighting style closely resembled her father's. Dual blades danced up and down. Strength, speed, technique—all comparable to Thea initially.
Several natives Grudd brought were quite valiant too. Daily lifting this several-ton gorilla running all over mountains—they'd genuinely trained tremendous strength.
Arm-thick javelins were thrown as afterimages. The lead warrior's projectiles could even shatter construct shields.