Chapter 361

Chapter 361: The Pressure of Level 70

If it had been only Midi by himself, he might have fully unleashed the "Sky Sword Dance" to attempt a desperate escape.

But with both Fina and Alice present now, how could he possibly run away?

Even if he fled, Fina and Alice likely wouldn’t follow. They’d probably stay behind to keep the demon viscount occupied, ensuring his escape!

Hadn’t this exact scenario played out in his past life?

They’d sweetly promised reunion, only to trick him into fleeing alone while they faced endless enemies.

Both Alice and Fina had done this.

Midi refused to trust women’s deceptions anymore – especially from these two.

He knew too well these women would sacrifice anything for his survival without hesitation.

While most men would consider this bliss, Midi saw it as chains binding him.

Chains he willingly embraced by staying.

Not merely staying, but resolving to achieve victory.

For this goal, he’d pay any price.

"Human boy, your acquisition of my Inheritance of the Sea Emperor wasn’t accidental after all." Rot’s weary voice gained new determination. "Since this is our situation, I’ll stake everything – things can’t get worse."

"Good." Rot’s pledge kindled fresh hope in Midi’s heart.

Meanwhile, the demon viscount grew impatient.

Demons relish tormenting prey, but this scene defied his expectations.

These insects should’ve been trembling before his overwhelming power, yet showed no panic – their heartbeats steady.

The Holy Blood women still held hope in their eyes.

But the black-haired man infuriated him most.

No panic, no anger – just ice-cold calmness radiating from those dark eyes, as emotionless as stone.

This ruined the demon viscount’s anticipated entertainment of begging prey. Disappointment drenched him like cold water.

No fun? Then die!

The demon viscount decided.

Killing this man might break the women’s spirits, leaving them vulnerable to manipulation.

This thought revived his mood, twisting his lips into a cruel smile.

He disappeared instantly.

"Careful!" Rot’s telepathic warning arrived.

But Midi had already moved before the Eighth Apostle spoke.

His attention remained fixed on the demon viscount. The moment the enemy launched an attack, Midi’s body moved instinctively.

Demon Swordman skill, Demon Shadow Flash!

Midi dissolved into smoke, vanishing from his original position and reappearing ten meters away. Wreathed in Golden-Red Sword Lights, he shot skyward.

Where he’d stood moments before, a massive crater over three meters wide suddenly appeared – as if invisible hands had pressed the unyielding mountain rock downward.

This destruction came from a single punch by the demon viscount.

Only after the crater formed did the towering figure materialize at its edge, followed by delayed thunderclaps of shattered stone and torn air.

His movement speed had shattered the sound barrier, rendering him invisible to any observer below level-70.

Yet Midi had dodged through prediction alone.

"Clever insect!" Flames roared in the demon viscount’s eyes.

He’d expected to crush this Lower Realm human instantly. The miss ignited true anger. How dare this puny creature resist?

He’d make the human’s death agonizing, then torment the extracted Soul.

As for Midi’s Sky Sword Dance flying skills? The demon viscount sneered. That sluggish aerial movement and flimsy Golden-Red Sword Lights defense would crumble before his fist.

The demon viscount’s figure blurred again.

Not invisibility, but raw speed outpacing human sight and aura detection.

This time, he accelerated further.

Midi’s eyes registered the disappearance, but his level-59 body couldn’t react in time.

Yet Midi didn’t attempt evasion.

As a reincarnator who’d once reached the 85-level second-awakener realm, he knew escaping a serious level-70 opponent’s assault was impossible from standstill.

This strike had to be endured.

When the demon viscount vanished, Midi channeled all power into defense instead of dodging.

A golden glow flashed. The impact resonated like a hammer pounding thick hides.

Sparks erupted as warship-piercing Golden-Red Sword Lights shattered. Midi flew backward like a pebble from a sling, slamming into the ground.

He’d cleverly dispersed the impact mid-flight, yet the remaining force still churned his magic violently.

Such was a level-70 expert’s casual blow.

As Midi fell, Fina and Alice moved in perfect sync.

A swift Magic Beam streaked toward the demon viscount’s position. Black vines from the Demon Realm sprouted beneath, weaving not to capture but to form a dividing wall.

Years of partnership let them coordinate without words. Yet against absolute power, such tactics proved meaningless.

The demon viscount snorted coldly, his figure flickering as he effortlessly dodged Fina’s Magic Beam. With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the incredibly tough black vines from the Demon Realm fell like dry grass, sliced away in neat rows.

He flashed a mocking grin at the two girls and threw another punch!

Straight at Midi.

Still recovering from the last hit, Midi took the blow head-on. Even his Dragon’s Blood-tempered body couldn’t handle this punishment. Every muscle and bone screamed in protest.

Just as the demon viscount prepared to strike a third time, Rot acted. Though weakened to his limits and lacking a physical form, the Eighth Apostle’s mere presence made the enemy hesitate. He unleashed a psychic sniping attack – seemingly plain, yet radiating lethal sharpness.

The demon viscount abandoned his assault immediately. Rather than block the psychic strike, he activated his master’s magical runes, scattering the attack into harmless psychic dust. But this was only a temporary reprieve. Rot’s weakened will meant frequent attacks would leave him vulnerable after brief resistance – giving the demon viscount ample time to finish Midi.

Thus Rot maintained restrained pressure, never fully committing.

The battle settled into grim patterns:

-Midi endured blow after blow as the human shield

-The demon viscount ignored Fina and Alice’s attacks completely

-Rot delivered occasional, cautious interference

Superficially balanced, Midi knew the truth. Demons embody chaos – capricious as the Wiseman of the Hand of Nightmare but far less predictable. The viscount attacked Midi purely for amusement, not necessity. Should boredom strike or the girls provoke him, he’d switch targets instantly.

Neither magic user could survive his supersonic strikes. Even if stubbornly fixated on Midi, victory loomed close. Rot’s protection left gaps – every blocked punch still channeled destructive force into Midi’s body. Soon his defenses would shatter, leaving him pulped beneath demonic fists.

Then the entire battle situation would collapse.