The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1360

A dazzling display of blue and purple hues burst forth from the massive fissure, as vibrant as a light show filled with young people; the sheer spectacle of the lights alone was enough to make one feel overwhelmed.

"Follow me!"

Leonardo shouted and jumped into the crevice first. Cassandra, without suspicion, followed suit.

The rift closed immediately after the two jumped in, and everything was back to normal as if nothing had happened.

Then, directly above Zul'A's head, a similar rift suddenly opened, and Leonardo and Cassandra, who had just disappeared, fell out of it.

"Kawabangga!"

Leonardo continued his strange yelling, raising his twin swords high and using his powerful waist and abdomen strength to spin himself in the air, looking like a blue spinning top.

There's no need for further explanation; Cassandra instantly understood Leonardo's ability—he could even cut through space and create spatial rifts to achieve effects similar to teleportation or instantaneous movement.

"Shocking," Cassandra exclaimed, then assumed a sword-drawing stance as she plummeted, her piloting remarkably stable despite her feet not touching the ground and having no support.

The two figures, one still and one moving, falling simultaneously from the sky, are more visually striking than any movie.

However, Zul'an remained completely calm in the face of such an offensive; the cube on his chest began to pulsate like a flesh-and-blood heart.

"Boom!"

Whether it was a trick of her imagination or not, Cassandra felt as if she could hear a strong, powerful heartbeat, and right after that, Zul'Aa vanished without a trace.

“?”×2.

Neither Leonardo nor Cassandra saw clearly what happened; they only knew that when they came to their senses, the enemy in front of them had vanished.

"What's going on, pew!"

Before Leonardo could react, a tremendous force came from his side, accompanied by an almost unbearable pain.

Leonardo was sent flying backward before he could recover, but because he was attacked first, Cassandra had a chance to see who the attacker was.

The attacker was none other than Zul'Ah, who had just disappeared, but his appearance had changed somewhat.

At this moment, Zul'an was like flowing water, his metallic body constantly shifting and changing, much like a group of sardines gathered together.

After kicking Leonardo away, Zul'A set his sights on Cassandra, raising his right hand and unleashing a red ray from his palm.

Thanks to Zul'Aar still retaining a roughly human appearance, Cassandra, with her precognitive abilities and the amplification of her suit, managed to block the ray with her sword before it struck.

The Soul Blade, struck by the energy ray, clanged and rattled. Cassandra hadn't expected Zul'A's attack to increase so much; she almost knocked the sword from her hand.

Although the weapon didn't fall from her hand, Cassandra was ultimately stunned, and even a second of carelessness in battle can lead to different outcomes.

Moreover, Zul'Aa, with its powerful robots, arrived at Kassandra's side almost instantly.

“Cassandra!” Leonardo lay on the ground and used his sword to cut a rift, and then another rift appeared behind Cassandra.

Michelangelo, who had been waiting in the wings, didn't falter. His chain slipped through the crack, wrapped around Cassandra's waist, and pulled her into the crevice. Cassandra thus returned to the ground in a different way from the air, avoiding Zul'A's attack.

Seeing the rift closing in front of him, Zul'an did not pursue, but instead looked down at his still-changing body.

"What an incredible power."

As he spoke, Zul'an touched his chest, where the cube was now buried, but he wasn't looking for it at the moment.

In fact, Zur'a discovered that he had regained his sense of touch, a true sense of touch, not a device created using modern technology.

Zul'an, who was human just a few hours ago, wouldn't make a mistake; that's human touch.

"This thing can actually give me life?!" Zul'A was overjoyed. Then, looking at his constantly flowing body, he had some ideas and began to put them into action.

In Zul'A's imagination, his body, which had been flowing aimlessly, began to change in one direction, and soon he became "Batman".

Despite being called Batman, the colors of his uniform are still his original color scheme: a purple hood and cape, plus a red body, only he looks much slimmer.

It doesn't look like a machine at all; it looks more like an athlete who has sculpted a perfect physique through swimming.

“Perfect!” Zul’an smiled. At this moment, he looked like a real human being, with no trace of metal.

However, no one present believed that Zul'a had truly become an ordinary person. It was impossible for him to abandon his powerful metal body and put on a weak flesh and blood body without preparation.

Especially during a battle.

"I really have to thank you. If it weren't for your pressure, I really wouldn't have dared to use these inventions without any explanation. Now it seems that sometimes people just need to do some bold things. Look at the results, they're pretty good."

Zul'an, like a child who had achieved perfect scores in all subjects, spread his arms wide to show off his brand-new body to everyone present with a boastful tone that was utterly distasteful.

“But I need your help one last time.” Zul’an lowered his hands and revealed a strange smile.

"What kind of help do you need?" Michelangelo finally couldn't help but speak up. It's unclear what kind of education he received, but whenever he was around, he rarely uttered a word.

"Help me test my abilities, since there are still many things I don't understand."

Zul'A's body gradually became transparent, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Michelangelo. Clearly, he was still thinking about how the latter had turned him into a punching bag.

"Michelangelo, behind you!"

Raphael charged toward Michelangelo with a roar, but his speed was naturally no match for Zul'a at this moment.

"Take care of one first."

"Pfft!"

With a crisp, clean sound of metal piercing flesh, Michelangelo looked dazedly at his chest, where a gleaming metal spike was emerging from, followed by a trickle of blood flowing out.

(End of this chapter)