The storm roared grandly, like an apocalypse meant to tear apart the entire planet, still shrieking in a piercing manner.
Yet it was mixed with a stronger scent of blood.
"It's so unfair, no matter how many we kill, there's no end..."
Even the King of Swords, whose mind was filled only with battle, couldn't help but mutter at this moment, his expression becoming stiff and helpless... Very unusual for Salvatore Tony, it was his first time during a battle, feeling the urge to give up.
There are too many...
Really too many...
In the past, he always felt that battles were not satisfying enough, not thrilling enough. After all, ordinary beings could not compete against Demon Kings beyond the Human Realm, and encounters with Gods were not common occurrences, so as a true "Warrior" not interested in anything besides battles, it was understandable to feel unsatisfied.
But this time...
The number of these monsters was in the billions.
