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Chapter 658 The End of the Night

The dark forces are getting stronger.

Shen You could see it. Even without Ultra Vision or his research on Black Lantern, the black aura swirling around Black Hand was increasing at a visible rate, constantly evaporating and making the figure enveloping his body grow ever larger.

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

The increase in the intensity of the white light triggered a violent reaction from the black light. Perhaps it was fear, or perhaps anger, drawing ever stronger power from the dimension of death in an attempt to fight against life.

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

The white light, soft, pure, and full of hope, gives people anticipation for tomorrow and makes life seem so precious.

The Black Hand hates these things.

"I have spent my whole life looking at those who are more beautiful and happier."

He shouted from within that 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 will all decay, all be still, all be equally cold.

The black hand rushed forward as it spoke. Or to be more precise, it wasn't him, but the thing attached to him. Darkness, exuding an aura of death, like a collection of countless dead souls, was materialized into a claw-like form, which swiftly grabbed at him.

Shen You dodged to the side, and with his Divine Speed ​​Force activated, a series of lightning bolts shot out from behind him. But the black figure seemed to be alive, turning around to continue locking on, while simultaneously splitting apart and transforming into countless tentacles that pierced him like numerous javelins.

He moved with lightning speed, constantly changing his position, while simultaneously teleporting several times. The pitch-black figures followed him like shadows, seemingly able to catch up no matter where he flashed, and even teleporting would immediately appear beneath his feet, like countless hands from hell trying to drag him into the abyss.

It was as if what locked him down wasn't a dark force or some intention, but the very concept of death itself.

Of course, even death was still a step too late.

White lightning pierced the darkness, cleaving death in two. The black hand roared at the blurry figure of light, raising its arm high, and the churning death energy coalesced into a long scythe of death like endless skeletons.

"Even the light of the sun will be extinguished, and you will all return to dust," the Black Hand roared. "No life can escape death, and many people die in the most terrible way after experiencing an extremely terrible life."

"It was I who saved them, sparing them from further suffering and sorrow!"

His scythe was intercepted. Shen You countered by restraining his hands and then struck with a reverse-handed blade. With a crisp sound, the scythe broke in two.

"Life is not just suffering, unless you turn a blind eye to life itself."

Shen You shattered the Death Scythe, rose, and delivered a follow-up knee strike that slammed into the massive body. A dark vortex appeared on the materialized form of the Black Hand, as if countless threads were peeling away from the body.

"You cannot speak for all lives; not everyone aspires to be like you. A cold death, stripped of thought and autonomy, manipulated like a puppet by the Black Death Emperor."

Whether it was an illusion or not, Shen You felt that the energy within his body seemed even more abundant at this moment. The aura of death washed over his body, and the power of the black lamp continuously consumed the life light he radiated, but the more it was consumed, the stronger he felt.

"Not puppets, but a truly equal family!" the Black Hand shouted. "We will be one family!"

The black energy continued to surge around him as he tried to draw upon more energy. The Black Hand's true form had long since been completely engulfed by the black light's energy; he was like a bottomless abyss, a gateway to hell.

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

Shen You extended his palm, and the white light split into many, simultaneously transforming into a halo, javelin, flying blade, and chain. The black lamp material exploded in all directions, each burst radiating a burst of life brilliance, instantly illuminating the abyss as if it were daytime.

He is unstoppable.

"No, you should stop."

The enormous black giant attempted to throw a punch, but Shen You severed its arm with a flick of his wrist. He charged forward, the darkness dissolving, death receding, gradually revealing the black hand at its heart, almost blending into the pitch-black mud.

"No, we don't welcome you anymore. The light you hate, the new world doesn't need you!"

Black Hand's tone gradually turned panicked, and he began to back away.

"Stay away from me!"

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

That was his worst nightmare come true.

Death has left him.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest again, his blood coursing through his veins once more. The dark lines on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face began to fade, and his pale face started to regain its color.

"No, no, no, this isn't true. Tell me you didn't do that."

A pitch-black vortex shot into the sky like a deadly hurricane, carrying away all his divine power. Only William Hand's frail body remained, kneeling on the ground, clutching his head and screaming in anguish.

"I can't hear it! I can't hear it!"

He frantically dug at the ground until all ten of his fingers were broken, his nails snapped, and blood was everywhere.

Yes, blood, and excruciating pain. Visible agony, proof of being alive.

A distant, ethereal voice rang in his ears.

"William Hand from Earth, resurrected."

He came back to life again.

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

That voice he had heard since he was very young, that made him feel at peace under the dazzling light of Green Lantern, that always guided him and calmed him down.

No more.

"Ahhh, you can't do this! What right do you have to take it away from me?! You've taken it from me! You've taken away my death!"

"You no longer belong to death, William Hand," Shen You said. "Life gives everyone the will to live, not the living dead as you call the new world."

No one will become a puppet of death, not even you, Black Hand.

To be more specific, in this life-or-death battle, he, as the representative of the Spirit of Existence, snatched a key person from the clutches of death.

He resurrected the Black Hand, bringing him back to life. He was no longer the Black Lantern Corpse, no longer belonging to the dead, but stepping back into the ranks of the living. Therefore, he was placed under the protection of life.

The Black Death Emperor lost his chief messenger and the gate through which he entered the mortal realm.

The darkest night has ended.

(End of this chapter)