This Lich Requests More Remuneration

While Melina was already running circles around the Melted Wax Demon, her spear leaving more wounds on its body.

Engaging the Melted Wax Demon in attrition warfare seemed like a very foolish tactic.

The Melted Wax Demon had virtually no vulnerabilities, except for its core hidden deep within—the only real organ, with its outer slime able to regenerate no matter how much it was sliced. By doing this, Melina was using her own magic power to compete against the Divine Level Melted Wax Demon, not only constantly dodging attacks but also maintaining a high frequency of counterattacks, which was simply suicidal.

But, remarkably, Melina remained unharmed under the attacks of the Melted Wax Demon. The frenzied attacks of its many tentacles not only failed to touch a single hair on Melina; they even ended up tangling themselves into knots.

The Melted Wax Demon let out a roar, its powerful spiritual power sweeping across the battlefield.

This was the Melted Wax Demon’s mental attack ability, a type of mind spell, which was a racial talent of its kind.

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The spiritual power materialized into a tangible shock, indiscriminately striking everything around it—something that agility couldn’t defend against, requiring instead one’s own will to forcefully withstand.

The storm-like mental assault visibly pressed down the grass around, yet when it hit Melina, it felt like a gentle breeze, not affecting her at all.