Just as Dormammu was about to tell his sister about his glorious achievements, Su Ming, hidden beneath the bed, gripped the Nightfall Greatsword in reverse and stabbed upward through the bedframe.
A crack and a wet squelch rang out almost simultaneously. Dormammu, who had been holding Umar's little hand with a smug look on his face, shot straight into the sky as though he had climbed aboard a rocket.
Umar reacted in time and grabbed Dormammu's hand at the critical moment. But this space was connected to the Dark Dimension, and she was still in human form. She could not match Dormammu in strength and was shaken off.
Seeing this, she hesitated no longer. She immediately transformed into a dark elemental form identical to Dormammu's—a black humanoid figure with ripples constantly coursing over its body.
Su Ming slapped the ground and shot out from beneath the bed, landing beside her. He looked up at Dormammu floating in the sky, clutching his buttocks with both hands and wearing a savage expression.
Nth Metal could block energy, while Tenth Metal was the manifestation of imagination from the creation of the neighboring DC universe. These two unfamiliar metals had left Dormammu unable to respond, and the blow had undoubtedly injured him.
If he were still in giant form, such a wound would naturally have been no problem. But he had shrunk to human size and had been ambushed while defenselessly spending time with his sister. The injury had nearly split him apart from between his legs.
However, with the Dark Dimension's support, he healed as fast as lightning. The enormous wound that had just gleamed silver was now nearly invisible, save for a faint glow.
Su Ming flicked the greatsword and looked at Umar beside him. "You look a lot like your brother.