As the skin sack burst, visible ripples spread through the surrounding space for hundreds of meters.
Mental Power coalesced into one wizened face after another, unleashing shrill wails.
Chief Priest Nason felt his mind being torn into countless pieces. This unbearable pain was far worse than the ancient punishment of being pulled apart by five horses—comparable to the torture of lingchi.
"Scum! Scum!"
The negative emotions suppressed deep within him swelled relentlessly, like a flood breaching a dam. Nason went berserk, wishing he could use Mental Power to crush Qin Shi into a pulp!
"You damn human! How could you break through my mental space?!"
Qin Shi shrugged. The Psionic Path had the same old problems: excessive confidence and a muddled head.
After spending too long in the inner world of the mind, and with a scepter forged from spirit in hand, its practitioners began to think they were omnipotent.
"The Servant Creatures' 'sitting in oblivion' really isn't worth much. They rely entirely on the Great Demon's blessing. Like bodybuilders on steroids—they look fierce, but they're actually fragile as hell."
Qin Shi opened his palm. Platinum light poured out, swallowing the crumbling mental fluctuations like a Sea Eye.
A black spear appeared again, and he gripped it tightly.
From their earlier clash, Qin Shi had roughly figured out how to fight the Psionic Path. Purely physical attacks were difficult to make effective; he had to "enchant" his techniques.
Generally speaking, the Martial Path tempered its traits, drawing the user's domain inward and concentrating it. This made it nearly invincible against the Psionic Path's "mental intangibility" and "indestructible spirit."
But not everyone could do that. Traits varied endlessly, and Qin Shi's "amplification," for instance, was difficult to extend into powerful, effective attacks.
"It seems I've found a new path."
Qin Shi