Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Civil War in the Mind

The sudden flurry of attacks from Midi was just a feint to divert Loz’s attention.

His real target? The All-Seeing Demon—but not through ordinary skills. He aimed to strike it with mind-related abilities.

Though the demon boasted formidable magical defenses, its weakness to psychic assaults was common knowledge.

Yet since it remained under Loz’s mind control, Midi couldn’t predict how well it would resist psychic sniping or psychic explosions.

A failed first strike would alert Loz, making future attempts nearly impossible.

So Midi abandoned offensive psychic skills entirely. Instead, he chose mind control.

He’d seize the demon from Loz’s grip using the same method.

It worked.

Loz had layered the All-Seeing Demon’s body with triggered defenses like psychic prisms.

But mind control wasn’t a direct attack. It slipped past those shields, burrowing straight into the demon’s psyche.

Silently, ownership shifted.

The battlefield still showed two against one—but the tables had turned.

Now the All-Seeing Demon served Midi, leaving the leader of the Fourth Temple alone.

“Kill him!” Midi’s mental command rang clear.

The demon’s hundreds of small eyes blinked, casting spells. Its central eye locked onto Loz, pupil narrowing, before firing a disintegrating eyeball ray.

Midi surged forward, closing the gap with Demon Shadow Flash. He weaved through magical attacks, hunting for a fatal opening.

“Filthy human…” Loz snarled, panic sharpening his hatred.

But his temple leader’s instincts flared. Protective talismans and scrolls flew from him like autumn leaves, blocking assault after assault.

Even Midi struggled to breach these rare defenses quickly. Worse, splitting focus between mind control and combat dulled the Demon Swordman’s edge—his blade moved without its usual lethal unity.

Midi had always disliked this skill’s mental drain. Now he had no choice. Letting the demon attack proved better than abandoning it for full strength.

He’d guard himself, keep pressure on Loz, and wait for the inevitable mistake.

Loz soon grasped the danger. This attrition battle favored Midi, especially with the demon serving as a meat shield to hamper his strikes.

Can’t dance to his tune.

The veteran leader acted.

He hurled his prized high-level scrolls, conjuring a barrier that even stalled the eyeball rays.

Seizing the respite, gray-white psychic light flooded Loz’s pale eyes. His four tentacles sketched intricate patterns in the air.

He glared at the demon.

“Awaken! Know your true master!” The thunderous command crashed through both the All-Seeing Demon’s mind and Midi’s own.

Loz had gathered his psychic energy for a counterattack—one massive push to reclaim control.

However, how could Midi let him succeed?

Though the Deep Blue Energy lacked the aggressive edge of Loz’s gray-white mutated psychic energy, in a straightforward battle of raw psychic power like mind control, Midi held the upper hand.

Facing the mental assault from the Heart-Seizing Demon, Midi clenched his teeth, steadied his mind, and activated the Spirit Dragon Sword within him. He channeled vast waves of Deep Blue Energy to counterattack.

His gaze locked onto the All-Seeing Demon’s massive central eye.

“Keep attacking that Heart-Seizing Demon! Ignore all orders except mine!” Midi barked, his once-dark eyes now blazing with deep blue light, like a bottomless ocean.

Legends claimed an Eye Demon’s stare could pierce souls and drive mortals mad. Yet now, it was Midi’s gaze that shattered the All-Seeing Demon’s will.

Though Loz had regained control, the All-Seeing Demon didn’t attack. Instead, it quivered fearfully.

Loz refused to lose his grip again. He raised his four tentacles, pushing his psychic energy to its limits.

“Approach him! Let the human think he’s won, then obliterate him at close distance! Use your eyeball rays, your magic—reduce him to ash!” Loz roared.

Two opposing commands tore at the All-Seeing Demon. Its main eye’s pupil shrank violently.

Dozens of tentacles twitched and spasmed—some aimed at Loz, others at Midi, the rest flailing blindly.

Magical pressure groaned through the hall’s metal floor. Cracks spread beneath the hovering All-Seeing Demon.

The creature’s feeble mind no longer mattered. Its brain became a battlefield where Midi’s Deep Blue Energy and Loz’s gray-white mutated psychic energy clashed.

Like two opposing tides, they collided—shattering, drowning, consuming.

At times, the gray-white energy pierced through, scattering the blue into dust. At others, the blue overwhelmed the gray, swallowing it whole. Mostly, they wrestled in the cramped space of the demon’s skull.

Each clash sent brutal shockwaves through their masters’ minds.

Now, neither Midi nor Loz could move—they stood like statues, every shred of focus poured into the struggle.

The psychic storm around them posed its own danger. Stray energy waves alone could shatter a normal mind.

There was no retreat. Only annihilation.

“Kill him!” Midi growled.

“Kill him!” Loz snarled.

The All-Seeing Demon remained frozen.

Silent, both pushed harder, wringing every drop of power from their souls into the demon’s mind.

Then—the dam broke.

The All-Seeing Demon, the “bucket,” could hold no more.

It snapped.

The psychic duel between masters had exceeded its limits. Thick veins bulged in its central eye before it unleashed an ear-splitting shriek. Eyeball rays erupted in all directions.

Even mad, it avoided targeting Midi or Loz—attacking them meant suicide. Instead, it blasted the metal prison around it. If not for this cage, its Flying Ability would’ve let it escape long ago.

Eyeball rays tore through the hall like machine-gun fire, punching holes through walls and floor. The ancient alloy disintegrated like paper. The beams kept going—shredding engines, cannons, magic crystals, ammunition, and flesh beyond the hall.

Chaos engulfed the Fury Cruiser. Veteran guild members panicked, helpless against the onslaught.

Loz couldn’t issue orders—any distraction would let the psychic backlash crush his mind. Leaderless, the warship became a honeycomb under the demon’s rampage.

Miraculously, the central engine survived. But the shattered hull twisted, the entire cruiser breaking apart.

Amid explosions and tilting floors, Midi and Loz still faced each other.

They had no choice.