The number of remaining bandits dwindled. Having watched their comrades die in various ways, their minds had long since shattered. All that was left on their faces was numbness.
"Group Seven, cast [Aegis of Will]."
A golden glow flashed briefly between the bandit's brows and vanished.
An assistant fed him a portion of the main brain tissue.
One second, two seconds... A minute passed.
The bandit didn't scream, he didn't turn into an imbecile, and his head certainly didn't explode.
He just sat there, his body trembling slightly. His eyes were shut tight, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if he were enduring immense pain.
[Spiritual Pollution: 5%... 10%... 15%...]
The pollution value rose slowly but steadily, finally stalling at the 19% threshold, firmly suppressed by that layer of golden light.
After another five minutes, the bandit's trembling stopped.
He slowly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were they?
