The hammer, enveloped by crackling and deafening thunder, was unstoppable and like the bellring of Death for Leiu.

At the very last second, just before it hit him, he used [False Human]. His body transformed into a sticky black liquid that was impervious to all magical and physical damage.

Hercules’ hammer smashed onto the liquid, cracking the ground and shaking the plateau, which was on the verge breaking apart.

After a couple of seconds, and a momentary surprise, Hercules lifted his hammer and stared at the liquid.

Leiu’s body returned again, just as injured and close to death.

“I smell the scent of Aborak. Hah! You’ve really gathered all the malice that exists in this world.”

While the Gods and Light Spirits were staring with disgust and contempt at the dying Dark Night, the Light Mother’s frown deepened.

“His soul… is different.” She muttered, her lips quivering ever-so-slightly.

Noticing her perturbed tone and odd complexion, the closest to her, Valocan, unleashed his Divi