The Speed Force Plane was the same as ever, bright all around, dominated by red and yellow. Beneath their feet was a road with no physical substance, looking like a layer of glass, though it was actually some manifestation of "force."
There were differences from before, however. This time, with the full support of the Speed Force, Su Ming did not need to run here, nor did he need to worry about falling. He could stroll leisurely through the place, searching for the so-called breach.
Now that he was within the Speed Force, that incarnation resembling Barry's mother could not appear. The Speed Force had sent a new guide.
"Ah."
Yes, the one accompanying Su Ming now was Black Flash, clad in a black bodysuit, his face resembling a decayed mummy.
Although he had been beaten to dust by Deathstroke twice before, as the "Grim Reaper" within the Speed Force, he was immortal so long as the Speed Force itself did not run dry.
Unfortunately, he could not speak. He could only make simple syllables like an Undead Creature, and no one knew what they meant.
Su Ming showed no politeness toward such an inadequate guide. He raised a hand and smacked Black Flash on the head, then tossed him a wooden board, a stack of paper, and a marker.
"You can't speak human language, but you can write, right? Use this to communicate with me. If you keep going 'ah, ah,' I'll throw you to Death and let her deal with you properly. We'll see whether you really are immortal."
The humble Black Flash's body stiffened for a moment. Obediently, he picked up the board, placed a sheet of white paper on it, and began writing.
His rotten hand shook badly as he wrote, making the English letters look