I, the Younger Brother of Superman, Obtained the Thanos Template

"Shazam!"

Under the divine power of the Lasso of Truth, Black Adam couldn't resist and uncontrollably blurted out the word.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, and in place of the previous figure stood a tall, gaunt man dressed in an Egyptian-style slave's hemp garment, collapsing to the ground, weak as an incoming tide.

The Lasso of Truth has always been the Achilles' heel of both Shazam and Black Adam. Capturing them and forcing them to utter their transformation word would revert them to their original form.

"What's going on?"

Diana was startled.

"He was originally just a slave from Kandak a millennium ago, his strength derived from a magical contract with a deity, requiring a special word to transform..."

David briefly explained the situation.

Diana was unaware that the Lasso of Truth could subdue Black Adam, and had been using the Sword of Hephaestus, hoping to defeat him with the blade that could slice through his body.

However, Black Adam's courage protected him from psychic intrusion or mind control. He had a significant resistance to the Lasso of Truth, not easily defeated by ensnaring him with a single word. Without subduing him, it was futile.

"Sha..."

Black Adam, unwilling to give up, attempted to utter "Shazam" again to transform.

Boom!

David raised his hand and sent out a precisely controlled energy blast.

Black Adam clutched his throat, spitting out a mouthful of blood in agony. He tried to speak again, but all that came out was a hoarse hiss. He quickly realized something, feeling both anxious and furious – he had become mute.

"Regardless, you didn't intend to kill Clark and the others.

As such, I won't kill you today, nor will I turn you into a vegetable."

David spoke slowly.

Seeing Black Adam bleeding from the mouth, Clark opened his mouth, realizing there was no need to discuss how to deal with this international war criminal anymore.

Perhaps this was the best solution. Imprisoning Black Adam would be extremely difficult; ordinary prisons were not suitable for him, and even with a muzzle, a moment's negligence could give him the chance to regain his divine power. Now, there was no need to worry about this problem.

Clark pondered for a moment.

"It's finally over."

Hal Jordan, using Green Lantern energy to splint his severed arm, limped over, supporting the Flash, who had broken who knows how many ribs.

Black Adam had put immense pressure on them, like a terrifying monster. Until they saw him fall, they dared not relax for a second.