Alex spun his body around and with strong momentum, he threw the huge greatsword towards the Lich.
The Lich's eyes flickered and it pulled all the undead nearby to stand before it.
The greatsword sword rolled on them and crashed against them with a loud blast like waves of sea clashing off the seashore
The greatsword emitted a bright golden light that enveloped the whole area.
The entire area was lit up as bright as day which dispelled the darkness in the place.
The blinding flash of light was enough to blind even Hurt who closed his eyes in fear of going blind.
The undead were rendered harmless and eroded by the bright golden light.
As the light slowly dispersed, the Lich was crawling on the ground with burns all over its body trying to get to its staff which had fallen.
Its body was barely recognisable and its feet trembled as it tried to get up.
All the undead summoned by him were already dispersed by the light.
The Lich looked around frantically and wailed miserably.
DUUUSH!
The Lich who had let down his guards suddenly saw a sword pierce its chest.
"Sorry bro better luck next time," Alex spoke with an amusing smile.
A bright sacred light filled with holiness erupted from the sword and a pillar shot from the Lich.
The Lich struggled to get out but the bright light from Alex overwhelmed it.
Dark mist emerged from him which was cleansed by Alex and the Lich was finally taken down easily.
Hurt landed beside Alex who saw him taking down Lich easily.
Alex turned back to see Hurt miserable appearance, the wounds on Hurt were corroded by miasma which seemed to be invading him and would lead to the decay of tissue if not treated properly.
"Let me heal you," Alex murmured and placed his hands on Hurt's shoulder.
Hurt body glowed from head to toe and large fumes evaporated from his body.
Alex cleansed the wounds with holy power first and then healed the wound.
"Were you bathing in dark power? Just how much miasma did you swallow?"
"If I wasn't present here, you would be gone case and might have lost more than an arm?" Alex warned.
Hurt lips twitched a little as he spoke"If not for inhaling this much miasma did you think I would beg for your help?"
"The holy power in your body is purest among all the people I have seen. Only the Pope or the Saintess have such powers."
"Ohhh!" Alex's lips curled upwards seeing his boasting.
"That means you have met the Pope."
"Yea...No, no!" Hurt shook his head and closed his lips. He was just an inch away from digging his own grave but little did he know it was too late.
"Tell me, are you Hurt or someone else who occupied Hurt by swapping his soul?"
Hurt's eyeball widened and his face became as pale as a sheet of paper.
His immediate reaction was to kill this fellow but he remembered that he had taken an oath.
As he was taken by surprise for a moment, he felt a gentle pat on his shoulder and he raised his chin to look at Alex.
Danger...Danger....
A warning siren rang in his mind.
How does a harmless little rabbit feel when it was left in a cage occupied by a huge predator and the predator was staring straight into the rabbit's eyes with killing intent?
The feeling of despair, despondency and sorrow of being unable to see the next day flashed before its eyes.
Countless emotions would run through the rabbit's mind. The combination of these sentiments might even confuse the harmless rabbit as it was unable to discern its own emotion.
But it was sure of one thing, Death was standing before it and glancing at it.
That was the feeling Hurt was feeling, he wasn't unaware of this emotion as he had gone through this feeling countless times but he was lucky enough to survive till today.
But today might not be a lucky day because before him stood someone that had gone beyond the realm of humans.
It was not a battle of strength but rather a battle of psychology. Hurt could see the strength of Alex's soul.
Before him, stood a man with a cruel smile covered with a bloody aura from head to toe which wasn't less fearsome than a bloody demon.
It wasn't a soul but rather an impenetrable fortress on which even an Overlord couldn't put a scratch and on top of that, the nasty bloody aura that was engraved on its soul like a tattoo indicated the countless number of Overlords crushed by him.
His whole body trembled and his legs turned soft like jelly. He was already overwhelmed by the bloody aura from Alex and knew that he didn't even possess a chance to fight him as Alex could just kill him by exerting the strength of his soul.
Alex stared at Hurt who seemed to have lost his will to live.
Just now, Alex let Hurt take a peek into his soul and seeing Hurt's reaction, he was sure that Hurt was able to get a glimpse of things that lie deep within him which prove that Hurt was a powerhouse above the Mythic realm.
The thing he did was the battle between two souls which was quite dangerous as the loser might get hurt badly if both sides fought seriously.
Alex could engage in a soul battle only in a radius of five metres, unlike the powerhouse who could do this from long distances so as soon as Hurt raised his head, Alex began the battle and gained the upper hand.
Alex pointed his blade at the Hurt throat and said"You have already witnessed something you shouldn't have. You have two choices."
"Either die peacefully or fork out everything about yourself. I promise you as long as you tell the truth and don't prove to be an evildoer, I will turn a blind eye and will not pursue the matter of soul swap."
Hurt dimmed eyes glowed as he stared at Alex's sincere expression and laughed bitterly.
In his five hundred years of life, he hadn't thought that he would be forced onto his knees by a brat who might have got a second chance like him.
Who knows, maybe the boy before him might turn out to be someone he knew before.
With this thought, Hurt told his story.
