Shura Path could only watch as the mental tentacle branded itself onto his chest.
The space around him was as solid as steel, crushing him in place so he couldn't move or evade. Then the tentacle crossed the distance and landed on his chest.
He felt himself falling under the Superhuman's enchantment.
But it wasn't just enchantment.
Shura Path felt as if his body were nothing more than a vessel, with two souls fighting for control of it: his own, and the soul belonging to the owner of the invading mental tentacle.
It was injecting Mental Power into his body!
Though they had barely made contact, Shura Path felt a pure, condensed, and heavy force rushing toward him. His Mental Power battered against it, only to be crushed like an egg against a rock.
If this hadn't been his home turf, he would probably have already collapsed.
The moment this pure Mental Power entered Shura Path, it split in two. One stream headed for his heart, while the other surged straight toward his mind.
At that moment, Shura Path could clearly hear the other side's scorn.
"Beings that use flesh as their medium can never escape the ignorance of primitive life. They're constrained by the weaknesses of their bodies. Take the heart, their core energy source: they can't fundamentally strengthen their own foundations, and their souls are nothing more than fragile flowers sheltered in a greenhouse."
Though the clash had only just begun, Shura Path already sensed the threat of death.
To the Superhuman, these two torrents of soul invasion might have been the most ordinary attacks. But to flesh-and-blood beings who didn't cultivate this way, they were extraordinarily dangerous. Even a Law Body with astonishing regenerative powers couldn't repair damage to the soul.
Thump.
Shura Path felt an invisible