Arkham Batman realized the reason he could reach here so smoothly was because the crazy Shiller was lured away by both teammates and opponents.
At the moment, Erik's upper body was entirely blood-red, as if his lungs had been taken out and stuffed back in; Jack was holding his left hand and half a shoulder with his right, grimacing while scratching at the exposed scapula; Constantine had either coughed up blood or vomited out his entire stomach, as he was covered in visceral fragments; Doctor Strange's eyeball was missing from one of his eyes, and he was using Dream Power to conjure an eyeball to fit it back in.
Arkham Batman didn't really want to ask them what happened, because judging by the injuries alone, he could imagine the fierce battle. Undoubtedly, there was damage not only from the opponent but also from teammates.
Of course, the opponent here doesn't refer to the two sides, but to the confrontation between the Human race and Shiller. When one can manipulate emotions, it's very easy to accidentally injure allies in the heat of battle.
But now clearly wasn't the time to dwell on this. Arkham Batman walked over and said: "Let's have a temporary truce. Once we find that door, let's rely on our own abilities. How about it?"
The three people across didn't have the energy to reply. After a while, Dream Power Doctor Strange nodded and said: "If I had known this dream would be like this, I wouldn't have started this competition, so I have caused you all trouble."
Arkham Batman was a bit surprised by his modesty, as most Doctor Stranges were quite self-confident. But since this one could wield the Dream Power, he naturally had his unique characteristics.
"Let's not talk about this," Arkham Batman said, "Do you have any clues to the exit?"
Charles pointed downward with his mouth shut, then said: "There's a drainage pipe at the very bottom; the water flow there is a bit unusual. I wanted to warn you, but they chased over... Ugh..."
Whatever happened, Charles seemed to have been affected and started gagging. He somehow found a wheelchair and sat on it, as if he aged overnight.
Arkham Batman looked down helplessly. If he knew the exit was below, he wouldn't have swum upwards. But if he didn't swim up, the Shillers might have focused on him.
Even if returning the way they came wasn't something anyone wanted, they had no other choice. As everyone swam downward again, they indeed saw the unusual water flow. Following the stream into a pipe, they arrived at a mysterious building.
It looked like some sort of God's Temple, but there was nothing there. The floor patterns and the overly high dome were thought-provoking. This was a completely empty structure, with only repetitive wide rooms, corridors, and clouds drifting outside.
"Wait, what's that?" Constantine looked out of a massive window. The group walked over to check and found a door floating in mid-air with "1509" written on it.
"Great," Constantine's face lit up with joy, he said, "This should be the door. Shiller, who do you want to go with?"
The others also looked at him, ready to hear his answer. But at this moment, those Shillers attacked again, and everyone was forced to fight. Luckily, Arkham Batman was in good condition, and with Charles and Erik covering him, he could barely hold them off.
Constantine, though injured, felt he could still fight. Just as he rummaged in a box for something, he suddenly noticed Doctor Strange approaching the door, with the space around him beginning to ripple.
"Wait," Constantine suddenly exclaimed, "Something's wrong with him!"
Everyone turned to look, but there was no Doctor Strange there—only a stranger in a black robe, oozing eerie green light and grinning hideously.
"Who are you?!" Charles was the first to speak up, and both he and Erik didn't recognize the person.
But the agent thought and said: "Incubus?! You..."
"That's right, it's me. I am the ruler of the Dream Dimension. Dream Power Doctor Strange? Just a Joker stealing authority. But it doesn't matter, I have already acquired most of the Dream Power, and the Dream Dimension shall return to the World!!!"
"When did you..." Charles was clearly shocked. He really didn't expect that the one who fought alongside them all along wasn't Dream Power Doctor Strange. But he couldn't see any issue—he is a mind power user, after all.
"This is the dream," Incubus sneered, "Your so-called Mind Reading Technique, is it really Mind Reading? It's merely me using the dream to mimic your ability. You're all the same, any power displayed in the dream is simulated by me. If you don't believe..."
With a wave of his hand, everyone lost their ability to fly and started falling. But after falling for a while, they returned to their original positions.
"Incubus, what do you want?" The agent asked, frowning.
"Of course, to bring the Dream Dimension to the real world! Only a sufficiently chaotic and insane dream can output enough Dream Power!"
"So you chose me?" The agent squinted at him and said, "So this so-called contest was a scheme you planned long ago?"
"Not exactly, I only discovered it halfway through your contest. But I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."
"What did you do to the Dream Power Doctor Strange?"
"That fool fell into my trap so easily. He wanted to rule the Dream Dimension, but he's far from qualified!"