"Ahhhhh——!"
Mofulei clutched her head, painfully kneeling to the ground.
The momentary clash of Spiritual Power nearly made her faint.
The Demon King's soul is not as vast as Sigmund's, but how could someone possessing the [Magic Guide's Ultimate] leave their mind defenseless?
The layers of Defense Magic formed a fortress of consciousness, sealing even the smallest crevice shut.
If Mofulei's Spiritual Power wasn't unique, she might not have been able to pry open the Demon King's momentary lapse.
But it's enough. That moment was enough.
Mortis lifted the Demon King's body with one hand.
The slime inside the Slime Man trickled down his arm, one drop, two drops, slowing, thickening.
The body that could once alter the battlefield with a wave of the hand was now shriveling like a punctured water sack.
Mortis' lips finally curled into a smile once more. It was not ostentatious, but carried the joy of release after three hundred years of repression!
