Separating the scepter from the giant was no easy task.
In fact, Hao Ren would have found it easier to destroy both of them together—he had more than enough firepower to solve the problem. But now he wanted to obtain the artifact intact, which meant giving up almost all heavy weaponry.
He was even somewhat constrained when using ordinary attacks, because every time the black giant took a hit, the surrounding Dark Rifts and Shadow Army grew stronger.
"Boom!!" After another massive explosion, Hao Ren blasted away the hundreds of Shadow Minions in front of the giant, then pulled back and faced the enormous enemy from a distance. The giant clumsily waved its deformed upper body and roared furiously at him. Amid the roars, more Shadow Monsters continuously split off from the Dark Domain beside it.
The battle had been going on for some time. Hao Ren could feel his stamina beginning to drain, but as the battle continued, his mind grew sharper instead. A vague thought gradually became clear:
The giant appeared to be an utterly irredeemable enemy. This corrupted and twisted Hercules had completely lost his reason and humanity. Yet his "trait" of splitting off Shadow Minions after being attacked seemed suspicious. It felt as though these dark and evil forces were not released by him, but had always been imprisoned inside his body, only leaking out when his limbs were damaged.
Otherwise, if the giant had used methods like self-mutilation, he would have released an army several times larger than this long ago.
This thought that had appeared out of nowhere lacked evidence. It was practically nothing more than wishful speculation. Under normal circumstances, Hao Ren should not have placed his hopes in something so idealistic. But an intuition akin to a sixth sense was exerting a