The first wave was easily slaughtered by Nox. However, the demons were insane with bloodlust. From behind the gates, reinforcements poured out like rats. Their cries filled the air.
With a cold, bloodthirsty look on his face, he charged forward.
"Divine Velocity!"
As soon as he activated his skill, he shot forward like a streak of golden lightning, phasing past a lunging demon and appearing behind it—Glacier's End cleaving through its spine without resistance.
Another lunged.
He caught its arm, twisted, and froze it solid in one move.
Another tried to crush him with a hammer fist.
He ducked, stabbed upward, and let a jagged rocky spear erupt from the ground beneath the demon, impaling it through the jaw.
It was a massacre.
To the demons, it was supposed to be a slaughter… but they were the ones being hunted.
"Y-You monsters, surround him!" one of the higher-ranking demons roared, pale with fear.
Dozens of demon hounds appeared, leaping at him from all sides.
