The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1361

Michelangelo!

Raphael's eyes widened in fury, and in the blink of an eye he rushed to Zul'an's side, but before he could even land, the latter had already vanished without a trace.

"Damn it, where did you run off to!"

Raphael looked around; his anger had materialized, his entire body radiating red energy like flames, but unfortunately, he could not find an outlet for this power.

At this moment, Leonardo and Cassandra also gathered around Michelangelo, who was lying on the ground injured.

“Return to Raphael.”

Leonardo said in a deep voice. Raphael was about to retort when he turned his head and saw the former's murderous eyes.

"Let's retreat for now; we're no match for him."

As Leonardo spoke, he swung his sword in the air, and a spatial rift reappeared. He carried the injured Michelangelo, and the five of them jumped into the rift together.

After the spatial rift closed, Zul'an, who had just disappeared, reappeared.

"I'm still not very skilled."

Zul'an exclaimed in amazement as he stretched out his right hand and grabbed at the air, managing to open the spatial rift that had just closed. However, the spatial rift he opened was completely different from Leonardo's.

"In other words, I can't open the tunnel to that turtle; that ability belongs exclusively to him."

Zul'an speculated, "The turtle's sword likely opened up a unique alternate dimension that belonged to him alone, and he moved within that dimension to achieve the effect of spatial travel."

"If we don't figure out his abilities, even I can't pinpoint his location right now."

As Zur'a spoke, he released his right hand, and the gap closed like the pages of a book.

"So, where have those cowardly turtles gone now?"

...

The spatial rift opened again, and Leonardo and his companions emerged disheveled, only to run into the wary Roy and the engrossed Donatello.

"I already told you not to be on guard, that's Leonardo's ability... My God, Michelangelo!"

Donatello was engrossed in studying the information left by Yang Le when the sudden commotion made him look up and see Michelangelo covered in red.

"Michelangelo was stabbed through the body by that bastard and is seriously injured. Donatello, do you have any ideas?"

Leonardo quickly explained the cause and effect, at which point Cassandra hurriedly walked to a corner of the laboratory.

"When you come here, Leo, there's always a treatment pod in my dad's lab, just in case."

Having seen many works and experienced many battles, Yang Le deeply understands the importance of logistics, especially medical care, as he himself has had many records of injuries.

Therefore, Yang Le's secret base can lack everything else, but it must be fully equipped with medical equipment.

However, Yang Le didn't usually display these devices openly, but Cassandra always came here to play, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this laboratory her playground.

For Cassandra, this laboratory was as familiar as her own backyard; she knew everything about it and where it was located.

Cassandra flipped the treatment pod over, and the group hurriedly placed Michelangelo inside.

Only after pressing the start button and watching Michelangelo being submerged in the healing fluid did the group of people finally relax a little.

"Yes, although the injuries are severe, they haven't exceeded the treatment limit of the treatment chamber." Cassandra nodded as she looked at the display on the control panel, and the others breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing her words.

Cassandra is in the same boat; after all, she was the one who called the turtles for help, so if anything happens to them, she will definitely be held responsible.

"That bastard!"

Raphael slammed his fist into the metal trash can in the corner, and the trash can turned into a disc with a loud bang.

"If I ever see him again, I'll definitely twist his head off and turn it into a soda can!"

It can only be said that Splinter has taught the four turtles so well that even when they are extremely angry, they rarely swear, and they don't utter a single swear word.

If it were Roy, then Zul'an's eighteen generations might all be at risk of dying again.

"Calm down, Raphael." Leonardo's expression wasn't much better than his brother's, but he still fulfilled his duties as an older brother and captain.

“I understand your anger, I feel the same way, but it is precisely at times like these that we should be more rational.”

"Otherwise, we will not only fail to avenge ourselves, but we may also end up like Michelangelo."

Although Raphael was short-tempered and easily angered, he had matured a lot after experiencing so many things, and was no longer a reckless and impulsive man who acted without thinking.

He became so agitated because he saw his brother was fatally wounded, but he calmed down after Leonardo's persuasion.

"Huff! Huff!" Raphael took a few deep breaths and calmed down. "Don't worry, Leo, I've calmed down."

Leonardo didn't say much, just patted Raphael on the shoulder, then walked over to Donatello, wanting to see if the other had found a way to break through Zul'en's powerful defenses.

Although Zul'Aa can no longer be considered a robot, he should still be made of N metal, and that will not change.

Incidentally, Leonardo recounted what had just happened to Donatello, hoping to offer the latter some insights.

Cassandra then walked to the lab desk, turned on the computer, and started working on it.

Roy wasn't familiar with the Turtles, and seeing that they weren't very interested, he went over to them, but ended up walking over to Cassandra instead.

"What are you doing?"

“Zul’an will definitely guess that we’ve run into my dad’s lab, so I have to make sure he can’t find us.”

"Do you have any good ideas?" Roy asked.

“My dad said that the base was designed in a modular way when it was first built. This design is convenient for management and subsequent maintenance, and it also provides more ways to deal with enemies if they infiltrate the base.”

As she spoke, Cassandra opened a program and clicked confirm. Everyone felt a slight tremor in the room.

"What's going on here?"

Class 23 hurriedly asked, "Could it be that the anvil has come knocking on our door?"

Before Ban 23 could finish speaking, he had already transformed into the Lightning Yeti, and the others drew their weapons in preparation.

“Don’t panic,” Cassandra called out. “It’s just that the room we’re in is moving.”

"Move?" Roy didn't understand what Cassandra meant.

(End of this chapter)