Chapter 333

Chapter 333: The All-Seeing Demon

As the alliance between the Hawk Brigade and Blood Purification hurried back to Blood Hell Island, the "octopus-headed" creatures Midi mentioned were also rapidly advancing toward the island with their army.

At the heart of this massive fleet, aboard the four-winged Fury Heavy Cruiser, a small-statured Heart-Seizing Demon sat calmly on the bridge, listening to his subordinate’s report. This was Loz, the fleet’s commander and leader of the Third Temple among the four great temples of the sect headquarters.

“What? All eight Poison Sting Destroyers have gone silent?” Loz’s four tentacles froze mid-air as a sharp blue glint flashed across his pupiless white eyes.

“Yes, Lord. The magical communications showed… the vanguard fleet was destroyed by… one person,” stammered the bishop from the People of the Heavens, cold sweat forming on his brow. Though this temple head shared his rank, Loz’s mind-related abilities could kill him instantly with a mere thought. Delivering such absurd news—eight warships eliminated by a single foe—left the bishop trembling.

“Dismissed.” Loz coiled a tentacle around the parchment report without further comment.

The bishop bowed deeply and scrambled away.

Watching the retreating figure, Loz pondered. How many years since he’d relied on primitive magical communications?

For over fifty years, the Heart-Seizing Demons had risen from the Star Ocean to become the Blue Truth Sect’s backbone and rulers. They built a mind network—every aerial warship in the sect’s fleets housed a demon, each a node in this web. Temple heads like Loz served as its core.

This invisible network shared sights, sounds, sensations, even memories and thoughts, surpassing crude magical communications. None could disrupt it except Thought Capturers. Yet Loz had lost contact with eight Poison Needle Warships. Even their final mind-network warnings had been blocked.

What mind strength could achieve this? Not even top-tier Thought Capturers, by Loz’s knowledge.

Fortunately, Midi’s pause after attacking gave Blood Purification time to scavenge the battlefield—and surviving sect members to send chaotic magical reports. From these disjointed messages, Loz learned of a “red-glowing flying expert” who slaughtered eight demons and crippled their warships with psychic attacks.

Curiously, Loz recalled his subordinate Saint returning battered from the Sea of Clouds mission to find Dusk Graveyard. Saint’s report also mentioned a red-glowing human who stole an ancient sky warship—a Lower Realm human named Midi Asreks.

“Midi Asreks… an intriguing pest. He’s allied with Blood Purification and become a special Thought Capturer.” Loz’s mind whirred, reconstructing events from scattered clues. Though lacking details, his deductions matched Midi’s actions perfectly.

The conclusion? Midi would come to Blood Hell Island to stop him.

“Foolish human. Since you’re rushing to your doom, I’ll oblige.” Cold light flashed in Loz’s eyes. “Did you think Heart-Seizing Demons only wield mind-related abilities?”

Like lightning, he vanished from the bridge.

Mind-related abilities, Star Shift.

The moment the teleportation ended, Loz emerged in the deepest part of the Fury Heavy Cruiser. There stood a vast circular hall reinforced with unidentified metal. At its center, shrouded in a malevolent aura, hovered an enormous spherical monstrosity.

This monstrosity was a colossal eyeball over eight meters wide. Countless tentacles writhed like living snakes around it, each tipped with smaller blinking eyes.

The All-Seeing Demon.

This was the ultimate trump card of the sect headquarters’ expedition fleet. Through its power, the Heart-Seizing Demons effortlessly located hidden forward bases across the Star Ocean.

The Blood Purification’s Blood Hell Island base—painstakingly developed over half a century—had also been exposed by its gaze.

Nothing could hide from the All-Seeing Demon’s scrutiny.

Crucially, its detection relied purely on optics and vision, bypassing psychic energy, magic, or other skills entirely. An unstoppable reconnaissance method, granting total dominance in warfare.

Moreover, its battle strength surpassed even Loz’s.

The sole weakness of such Eye Demons lay in their feeble mental defenses, making them easy prey for Heart-Seizing Demons’ control. This one had become Loz’s obedient familiar.

“Begin the search. Find the human with potent mind-related abilities! Uncover Blood Hell Island’s entire defense network!” Loz commanded through telepathy.

The giant eyeball blinked. Its central pupil began rapid scanning as hundreds of smaller eyes on the tentacles fluttered wildly.

Its gaze pierced the fortified hall, penetrated the Fury Cruiser, and stretched into the Star Ocean’s depths.

Ten thousand kilometers away along the Blood Hell Island return route, Midi suddenly jerked his head upward, gripped by inexplicable dread.

Goosebumps prickled his skin as hostile intent enveloped him. His hand flew to his sword hilt.

“What’s wrong?” Avril startled at Midi’s sudden killing intent.

“Something’s watching us,” Midi muttered, squinting at the horizon.

Since inheriting the Sea Emperor’s power, his perceptions had sharpened—sometimes too sharply, causing confusion. But this oppressive sensation of being observed felt undeniably real.

Was this how they’d discovered the bases?

This never happened in his past life. Yet facing this unknown threat, fear gave way to anticipation—a true adventurer’s craving for worthy foes.

Still, that fleeting contact left him uneasy. This enemy felt different. Stronger than any Heart-Seizing Demon, even the Saint from Dusk Graveyard.

He needed greater strength, especially mastery over psychic energy.

The mental trial’s Pure psychic energy infusion had rocketed him from level 54 to 58. But without external pressure, his White Crystal magic and psychic energy remained unmerged.

Now, after combat-testing his psychic abilities, Midi aimed for level 59—not for power, but to fuse his energies into the Dragon Sealing Sword, achieving perfect stability.

With days remaining until Blood Hell Island, Midi dumped fleet management on Reinhardt and secluded himself in the Poison Sting Destroyer’s captain’s quarters.

His focus: refining Radiance of Light.

In the Star Ocean, it had evolved from dust to crystalline blocks—diamond-like in purity and beauty. One crystal equaled refining a hundred particles.

Having jumped four levels recently, Midi patiently used the Radiance to shore up his psychic foundations.

Level 55… 56…

57… 58…

Energy swelled within him as if leveling anew. On his Dragon Sealing Sword, azure patterns and light weaved denser, forming intricate magical formations.

Psychic energy and magic now danced at their merging point. Only one step remained.

Time to strike for 59.

Midi gripped a luminous Radiance crystal, closed his eyes, and unleashed the duel forces within.