Void Force

Chu Hang stared at the palm of his right hand.

The Black Noir mark looked like a living worm, writhing beneath his skin.

The power of the Law of Death could only suppress it and keep it from spreading; it could not eradicate it. The essence of this thing was too profound, already beyond the limits of his current understanding.

Ahead, within the rift in the void, the Anti-Monitor's projection had crawled more than halfway out.

It was a colossal figure over a thousand meters tall, with no fixed outline—only a mass of endlessly roiling, shifting black mist.

With every breath it took, vast stretches of the surrounding space were sucked into its body and completely reduced to nothingness.

The three Green Lantern ships had already withdrawn to a safe distance of fifty thousand kilometers.

Hal Jordan and the others did not dare approach. They could only watch this world-ending scene from afar through their screens, scarcely daring to breathe.

Ganthet floated roughly a thousand meters behind Chu Hang, his face so pale it was nearly translucent.

To fight the Void Hand just now, he had forcibly drawn upon his own power and expended a great deal of his life essence. He was now at the end of his strength.

"Don't think about closing the rift." Ganthet's voice was weak, but carried clearly into Chu Hang's ears through energy transmission. "That crack doesn't connect to any particular space. It connects to the Void Layer of the Multiverse. As long as the Anti-Monitor's will remains locked onto this place, it will never close."

Chu Hang turned to look at him. "How do we drive it away?"

Ganthet fell silent for two seconds, seemingly searching for the right words, but in the end, he could only give a despairing answer. "You can't.