The black hand is getting stronger.

Shen You could see it. Even if he didn't need Ott's sight, and he didn't need his research on the black light, the black qi around the black hand was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, constantly steaming, making the figurative image wrapped around his body bigger and bigger.

Shen You speculated that it was because he had revealed his life form.

The increase in the concentration of the white light caused a violent reaction of the black light. It may be fear, or it may be anger, drawing stronger strength from the dimension of death, trying to fight against life.

Life and death, like light and darkness, are innate enemies.

And that white light, soft, pure, and full of hope, gives people a look forward to tomorrow, making life seem so precious.

The Black Hand hates these.

"All my life I've been looking at people who are more beautiful and happier."

He shouted in the chaos.

"Life favors some people and ignores the majority!

But death? Only in the face of death are we all equal. In death, we are all the same. We're all rotten, we're all quiet, we're all just as cold. ”

The black hand said and rushed forward. Or rather, it wasn't him, but the mass that was attached to him. Darkness, breathing death, like a collection of thousands of dead souls, was embodied in something shaped like a claw, and it was rushing towards him.

Shen You turned sideways to avoid it, and the speed force was activated, and a series of lightning bolts were driven behind him. But the black figurative figure turned around and continued to lock on, splitting apart at the same time, conjuring up tentacles in the sky, piercing him like countless javelins.

He sped up, changing his bearings continuously, carrying several teleportations at the same time. The pitch-black figurative figure followed him like a shadow, as if he could always chase him wherever he flashed, and even teleportation would immediately appear under his feet, like countless hands from hell trying to drag him into the abyss.

It was as if it wasn't the black hand or a thought that locked him, but the very concept of death itself.

Of course, even death is still a little slower.

White lightning broke through the darkness, and death was slashed apart. The black hand shouted at the blurred light and shadow, his arm raised high, and the churning death qi was like an endless skeleton combined into a long death scythe.

"Even the light of the sun will be extinguished, and you will all return to dust." The Black Hand shouted, "Death is inevitable in every life, and many people die in an extremely terrible way after a terrible life."

It was I who saved them from more suffering and sorrow. ”

His scythe was intercepted. Shen You countered his hands and followed the backhand knife. With a crisp sound, the death sickle broke in two.

"Life is not all about pain, unless you turn a blind eye to life itself."

Shen Guru broke the death scythe, got up and made up for a knee blow that slammed into the massive body. The image of the black hand was knocked out of a dark vortex, like countless threads peeling off the body.

"You can't speak for all lives, and not everyone aspires to be like you. The icy death, deprived of thought and autonomy, is at the mercy of the Black Death Emperor like a puppet. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, at this moment, Shen You felt that the energy in his body seemed to be a little fuller. The breath of death washed over his body, and the power of the black light continued to consume the light of life that he radiated, but the more he consumed, the more powerful he felt.

"Not a puppet, but a truly equal family!" The Black Hand shouted, "We'll be family!" ”

The black qi continued to surge around him, and he was still trying to muster more energy. Now the body of the black hand has long been completely engulfed in the black light energy, and he is like a bottomless abyss, leading straight to the door to hell.

But the new representation was shattered before it could be generated. The embodiment of light, the power of life.

Shen You handed out the palm of his hand, and the white light was divided into many, and at the same time, the light wheel, javelin, flying blade, and chain were conjured, and the black lamp image exploded in all directions, and each explosion was a ray of life light blooming, and in an instant, the abyss was illuminated like day.

He was unstoppable.

"No, you should stop."

The huge black giant tried to swing its fist, but Shen You cut off its arm with a wave of his hand. He drove straight in, the darkness melting, death fading, revealing the black hand in the heart, almost one with the pitch black mud.

"No, you're not welcome anymore. You hate the light, the new world doesn't need you! ”

The Black Hand's tone grew frightened, and he began to retreat.

"Stay away from me!"

Shen You ignored it. The pitch-black giant was finally penetrated, and the white light enveloped the black hand. He let out a terrible scream, feeling warmth fill his cold heart.

It was his worst feared nightmare coming true.

Death was gone from him.

He could feel his heart beating in his chest again, blood rushing in his veins again. The dark lines on his hideous face began to fade, and his pale face began to regain its blood.

"No, no, no, it's not true, tell me you didn't do it"

The pitch-black whirlpool rose into the sky, like a hurricane of death, and carried away all his divine power in the hurricane. Leaving only William Hand's thin body, he fell to his knees, holding his head and shouting in pain.

"I can't hear it! I can't hear it! ”

He dug the ground like crazy until his fingers cracked, his nails broke, and he was dripping with blood.

Yes, blood, and excruciating pain. Living pain, living proof.

A distant, ethereal voice rang in his ears.

"William Hand, from Earth, Resurrection."

He was alive again.

But at the same time, he found that he could no longer hear the sound of death.

The voice he could hear from a very young age, the one that made him feel at peace in the glare of the Green Lantern, the one that always gave him guidance and calmed him.

Without.

"Ahhh You took it from me! You have taken away my death! ”

"You don't belong to death anymore, William Hand." Shen You said, "Life gives everyone the will to live, not the walking dead like the new world in your mouth."

No one will be a puppet of death, not even you, the Black Hand. ”

Specifically, in this battle of life and death, he, as the representative of the living side of the spirit of existence, snatched a key person from the hands of death.

He resurrected the Black Hand and brought him from death to life. He is no longer a black light corpse, no longer a dead person, but a re-entry into the ranks of the living. So he was caught in the camp of life.

The Black Death Emperor has lost his number one messenger and the door through which he stepped into the world.

The night of solstice is over.

(End of chapter)