Floating through the prison corridors, Sinestro panted heavily. The half of his body that was still alive brought him the pain of the living, while the dead half made him feel chilled to the bone.
He knew it was because there were too many Black Lantern Zombies on this planet. Quantitative change had led to qualitative change, and now his Black Lantern Ring was tugging at his finger, trying to make him join them.
But that was not a problem.
Looking at the ring on his finger that radiated yellow light, Sinestro knew he had not yet reached the end of the road. Even if his enemies were New God Lantern Zombies from Apokolips and Genesis, he still had the strength to fight.
He would use the light of the White Lantern to make them feel the pain of life, then shine yellow light on them and make them afraid!
Thus, even as hundreds of New Gods formed an encirclement to block his path, he continued forward while knocking down Lantern Zombies one after another.
"Just as I expected, all you New Gods are here. He should be here too."
As he spoke, the red-faced Mustache gave the Steppenwolf before him a vicious lesson with White Light. After seeing the enemy fall into a half-dead state and cry out in agony from fear, he muttered quietly to himself.
However, the New Gods all possessed super hearing. Big Barda, wielding a flaming battle-staff, lunged at him.
"He is here! And you still have half of yourself left to eat! Sinestro, give up resisting! You have no hope!"
The former leader of the Sinestro Corps looked somewhat bedraggled, with half his face even rotted away, yet the intact half wore a classic cold sneer.
"Someone will always hold hope in their heart.