The skill of mental corruption was never meant to deal damage directly.
Its true power lay elsewhere.
As long as it inflicted even the slightest harm, the contamination could accumulate, layer upon layer, steadily lowering the target's sanity.
In an instant, the blood moon's sanity plummeted by half.
And the moment it dipped below fifty percent, madness consumed it completely.
But even so, Daniel had no intention of giving it a single chance.
What surprised him, however, was that the blood moon did not retreat.
It attacked.
Driven insane, its mind shattered, yet its colossal body still moved with terrifying force.
Madness, instead of crippling it, pushed its violence even higher.
Its blows grew fiercer, its power surged.
And since Daniel was the only living presence nearby, every ounce of its rage fixed upon him.
The assault was relentless.
Attacks rained down in waves so dense they were nearly impossible to avoid.
Even Daniel, agile and alert, could not dodge them all.
