It had been a really long time for Darkseid too.
Never had he spent so much time on an enemy. His battle with anyone had always been quick, with his enemies having been wiped out of existence in mere seconds.
But here he was, slashing forth one of his most powerful attacks in a span of seconds, yet the enemy was only fading away, little by little.
Such a body, it could almost be called undying. How would one possess such a type of body?
How could such a body exist? A body that was close to touching the barrier of undying.
It was nothing but a miracle to Darkseid, whose own body was also close to undamageable.
It was a body he had formed from countless battles, so much that his body had almost adapted to all of the attacks, and with every passing second, Darkseid felt this fight was a waste.
He was going to reduce Zeras to nothing in a few minutes more, but wouldn't that be a waste?
