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Ian could sense that the opponent's speed and strength had increased terrifyingly after the previous Reverse Flash died.
He didn't know why.
I was just about to speak and test the waters.
"Boom~"
The thunder outside created a dazzling grid pattern in the sky.
In the living room.
The air began to distort, a gale arose, and a terrifying vortex of speed force slowly formed. Broken roof tiles were drawn into the vortex and instantly pulverized into dust.
The newly emerged reverse lightning seems to be on high alert.
He followed his gaze.
In the vortex.
Dark lightning intertwined within, vaguely outlining countless ferocious silhouettes.
[P.S.: Today is the last day for this mediocre update.]
Chapter 117 Time Undead! Ian Steals the Account!
The rain continued through the night.
Thunder rolls.
The lightning not only ripped across the sky outside, but also seemed to illuminate the interior with countless blue flashes—the Speed Force vortex in the center of the living room was spinning wildly like a black hole.
It mercilessly devoured everything around it. Leather sofas were torn to shreds and swept into it, instantly turning into dust. Even the floor tiles were ripped apart and sucked into that violent vortex of energy.
Ian only managed to save his mother's antique vase, but couldn't save his father's toolbox, which was placed further away—it seems Superman really was held back by something.
The toolbox was filled with Clark's favorite wrenches, pliers, and the like.
Several years of accumulation.
Farm boys love tinkering with these things.
Now it has been completely destroyed by fire.
The corpse of the recently deceased Reverse-Flash was also swept up and floated towards the core of the vortex. In the last moment before disappearing, his yellow uniform peeled off like burning paper.
The rapidly carbonizing body beneath was exposed.
The flesh and blood are withering away rapidly.
Even the corpses opened their eyes and roared—the speedsters gained the right to use the Speed Force, so they also had to pay a price; their final destination was neither heaven nor hell.
Instead, they become slaves to the Speed Force.
Just like those black figures swimming in the Speed Force vortex. Each black figure represents a former speedster who will continue to serve the Speed Force after death.
Until the end of time.
"What is that?" Ian also saw the black figure in the Speed Force vortex. He asked knowingly, attempting to launch a sneak attack. However, Reverse-Flash easily dodged Ian's teleportation attack.
After all, the speed at which Ian’s eyeballs rotated determined where he landed, something that could not escape the observation of a speedster, not to mention that the newly appeared Reverse Lightning seemed to be much faster than the previous one.
He was already behind Ian's landing point when Ian moved his eyes, but he did not attack; he simply whispered in his electronic reverb.
“Ian Kent, you are a boy who should not exist. Perhaps the universe has endowed you with some wonderful abilities, but your abilities are insignificant in front of the speedsters.”
Despite not being particularly irritable, Reverse-Flash maintained his condescending tone, carrying the arrogance unique to speedsters: "The little tricks the universe has given you are utterly insignificant in front of a speedster like me."
"In the end, you are nothing more than a product of Flashpoint, created by our abilities." Reverse-Flash reappeared in another location the instant Ian turned to attack.
He still didn't retaliate against Ian. Reverse-Flash's focus remained entirely on the Speed Force vortex; he clearly had no interest in killing Ian or the Flash.
The shadows in the vortex were reflected on his tattered mask.
The shadows writhed as if they were alive.
"Oh, really?" As Ian launched his attack again, his brain began to calculate frantically. He knew he needed enough data to analyze Reverse-Lightning's behavior patterns.
To deal with the fastest.
Most people can only rely on prediction.
Ian is the same.
"You will understand that I am simply stating the facts, and I hope that the pain of losing family members tonight will give you enough motivation to grow." This reverse lightning was at least twice as fast as the previous one.
"Just like your two older brothers."
He was too fast.
He could even stand still and slightly tilt his body to dodge Ian's anticipated heat beam. Of course, this time Ian's sneak attack was significantly closer to Reverse-Flash's attack than the last one.
This is genuine progress.
There's still a lot of room for improvement. Upstairs, Jonathan and Jordan were hunched over the edge of the broken ceiling, looking tense. They were startled when Reverse-Flash glanced at them.
"Damn it, what happened at home while I was studying?" Jordan seemed to only realize what had happened recently; before that, he had been holed up in his room wearing headphones.
It wasn't a crime committed against the wind.
Rather, true concentration allowed Jordan to practice controlling his super hearing, blocking out sounds he didn't want to hear, and only listening to the music and "yes" sounds he wanted to hear.
They said they were studying.
That's not wrong.
However, Jonathan hesitated to speak because of his slightly guilty expression.
“An intruder broke into the house, but I can’t get through to Dad on the phone…” Jonathan ultimately didn’t scold his younger brother, but instead stared at the living room below with a worried expression.
They all huddled together in the same corridor, watching from the sidelines.
“Dad’s a superhero, he’s probably just too busy. Maybe I should go help Ian, after all, I’m a little superhero too.” Jordan said, about to jump down.
Jonathan grabbed him.
It wasn't that Jonathan thought Jordan shouldn't go; he pulled a wooden box from under the bed, inside which were neatly arranged small idols of various styles. "You should hang some idols on yourself."
"Also, hang some on Ian as well. These are mystical protective gear. Although we also risk offending the gods, the enemy who destroys the idols is definitely more serious than our offense against the gods."
Jonathan is still as superstitious as ever.
Jordan, however, had no rebuttal.
He thought Jonathan's words made a lot of sense, so he took the idol that his older brother handed him and kept hanging it around his neck. Jonathan, seeing this, showed his meticulousness.
"Different vital parts require different statues. For example, the statue of God should be placed in your crotch. The most powerful god should naturally protect your most vulnerable spot."
Jonathan is teaching.
Jordan was genuinely giving feedback.
While the two were discussing the support plan, downstairs, facing Reverse Flash's verbal barrage, Ian's heart tightened. He stared intently at the man whose figure was constantly swaying in the distance.
"Losing family members? What are you talking about?"
Ian
In this regard.
Reverse Lightning just gave a wicked smile.
“You’ll get the news soon, don’t rush, I look forward to seeing your potential.” Reverse-Flash used his superb electronic music as a riddle, glancing at Barry Allen before assuming a running posture.
"Tonight marks the beginning of the Justice League's downfall, and it seems that each of us will have our own game to play." As Reverse-Flash finished speaking, he immediately began to run.
This guy instantly transformed into a streak of red lightning.
It rushes straight outside.
at the same time.
The Speed Force vortex suddenly exploded!
Several dark figures darted out from within, rushing towards the living room like ghosts.
They have human forms, but are covered in rotting skin, with half of their faces made of flesh and half of dried bones, and wear black suits bearing the Speed Force symbol.
"Hoohoo!"
The humanoid monster roared.
But it doesn't sound like a living thing.
They are—black lightning.
A timeless being with legs.
The Grim Reaper for speedsters.
Black Lightning exists for only one purpose: to end the lives of speedsters and villains in the DC Universe and pull the speedsters back into the Speed Force to become part of them.
The moment the nine Time Undead appeared, these monsters locked their gazes outside—the red arcs of electricity from Reverse Lightning's escape still lingered on the street.
"Roar--"
The eight Time Undead flew out directly.
They instantly transformed into black streams of light.
Its speed even far surpasses that of ordinary speedsters. Clearly, this group's target is Reverse-Lightning, who doesn't belong to this time and space and whose abnormal state has been detected by the Speed Force.
The time spirits moved in an extremely bizarre way, leaving charred footprints on the floor with each step, the footprints stretching forward like fast-forwarded images.
The eight pursuers chased and intercepted the enemy from eight different directions.
As for the remaining one...
"Bang!"
It stayed in place not because it didn't want to move, but because it and its "companion" had just emerged from the Speed Force vortex and were still standing there twisting their necks and striking a pose when it was ambushed.
It's different from reverse lightning.
The Time Wraiths never care about those who dare to touch them.
They can hide.