Chapter 359

Chapter 359: Elimination

Powerful vitality.

Efficient recovery.

Crushing attack power.

Even ignoring the tangible psychic energy pressure, the Eighth Apostle’s physical form alone—operating on wild beast instincts—posed an overwhelming threat that left adventurers helpless.

Though Midi knew this fight would be tough from the start, facing the creature firsthand made him feel the bone-crushing pressure of imminent destruction.

The giant octopus attacked so relentlessly that fear never found time to surface. No space for thoughts of victory or survival—only pure combat focus remained. Resisting energy pressure. Dodging. Striking. Maneuvering. These actions consumed Midi’s entire being.

Fina and Alice faced the same struggle. Countless tentacles kept regenerating, multiplying, and evolving with each assault. Fina’s Magic Beams initially shredded the limbs, but newer tentacles grew tougher. Their surfaces became slick, deflecting light attacks. After repeated destruction, glass-like scales emerged, weakening Midi’s slashes and dulling Fina’s beams. Even the black vines from the Demon Realm struggled under the onslaught.

Is this a supreme expert’s power? Midi thought grimly. His earlier confidence faded—the octopus had clearly minimized its tentacles while dormant in the temples. Now in battle state, it grew enough limbs to crush invaders. An enemy that adapted mid-fight? Truly terrifying.

As the group faltered, pure mind-related energy—distinct from the octopus’s pressure—flooded the battlefield.

"Destroying my physical form proves too difficult for you. I shall assist," Long-Legged Rost’s ancient voice echoed.

The octopus’s movements slowed immediately. Some tentacles dropped like dead weights. Others swayed drunkenly, missing targets. A few even glowed red and attacked their own kind. Sleep. Dizziness. Confusion. Rost’s will imposed three status effects simultaneously, easing Midi’s burden.

Against ordinary foes, Midi could inflict such effects too. But this warship-sized beast? Its primal instincts and crushing psychic pressure made merely surviving the mental assault a victory. Yet Rost layered three abnormalities instantly—a display of unmatched mastery over mind-related abilities.

One must say, the creator of the "Inheritance of the Sea Emperor" truly lived up to his reputation.

Midi couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration and awe.

With Rost joining the battle, Midi finally felt completely reassured.

The Eighth Apostle seemed genuinely determined to have his physical form destroyed by Midi.

Yet as Midi regained the upper hand, Rost’s aura suddenly turned grave.

"Lord Rost, something’s changed outside?" Midi immediately sensed the shift in atmosphere.

"A minor pest has noticed our movements. I’ll handle this personally – keep attacking," Rost spat with venom before vanishing like a ghostly breeze.

The so-called "pest" was none other than the Blue Truth Sect’s shadowy Guardian – a high-ranking demon from the Demon Realm that even their Leader feared.

At this moment, the demon raced toward the temples like a lead-gray meteor tearing through the sky, cold sneer plastered across his face.

"Eighth Apostle Rost! You dare struggle against fate? These pitiful humans could never break your prison!" The demon roared, wings beating furiously.

He’d reach the battlefield in mere moments.

But then – a gray beam lanced from the void.

The intelligent light pursued relentlessly despite the demon’s evasive maneuvers, finally striking true.

"Astral Banishment!" The demon stared at his fading body in disbelief. "Rost, you scheming bastard!"

"Scheming? For a worthless jailer?" Rost’s voice echoed mockingly. "Rot in the void’s eternal darkness."

The demon vanished completely, erased from existence.

With this threat eliminated, Rost’s will returned to bolster Midi’s group through mind-related abilities.

Supported by such power, even the giant octopus’s legendary Vitality couldn’t withstand their close-range assault.

Time revealed the truth – the beast’s recovery couldn’t match the damage it sustained.

Tentacles snapped like rotten rope. Unhealed wounds multiplied. Blue blood pooled across the mountaintop, forming a grisly lake.

The creature’s movements slowed, defenses crumbling.

Seizing his moment, Midi activated the Spirit Dragon Sword. Golden light erupted around him as he shot forward like loosed arrowhead.

Dozens of tentacles lunged to intercept – too slow. Midi slipped through their net like smoke.

His boots struck the octopus’s bulbous head. Without pause, he drew the dagger "Golden Forgiveness".

The blade’s cold gleam seemed to freeze the air itself. Beneath him, the supreme expert’s physical form trembled.

It feared!

But fear bred desperation. As steel cleared leather, the beast attacked with renewed frenzy – even striking itself in maddened blows.

Midi struggled too. Drawing the dagger had locked his magic and psychic energy. Even the mysterious demon god’s power waned.

No Demon Swordman skills. No magical defenses. Only hardened flesh kept him alive.

He thanked his stars he wasn’t a magic user – and for the Dragon’s Blood White Crystal Pool’s transformations. Without them, he’d be tentacle paste.

Through narrow escapes and Rost’s unwavering support, Midi finally reached his target – a faint depression above five massive compound eyes.

Though small, it gushed psychic energy like a geyser. The octopus’s weak point.

Even ordinary attacks here would cripple. "Golden Forgiveness" promised far worse.

Sensing doom, the beast unleashed its final, desperate assault.

But Rost’s full-powered mind assault scrambled its coordination. Reinforcements arrived – Fina’s Magic Beams shredding clouds, Alice’s red mist choking the air.

In this chaos of light, blood and psychic power, Midi moved like a shadow. He reached the pulsating weak point.

With thunderous cry, he gripped the dagger two-handed and drove it downward.