His rate of slaughter was so high that the arrival of subsequent demon waves couldn't even keep up with the speed at which he cleared them out.
Ten waves of the Demon Race melted away like snow and ice within his lightning-filled domain, barely causing a ripple.
VMMMM—!
The fluctuations emanating from within the Star Gate suddenly grew heavy.
The eleventh wave of the Demon Race appeared!
This time, dozens of powerful auras were mixed in among the demon horde.
They were larger, their claws and fangs glinting coldly. In their eyes, a rational cruelty was now added to their usual bloodlust.
Flying Star Level. The first wave of Flying Star Level demons had appeared.
Not only was their vitality immense, but their level of skill had also reached the Peak of Power Realm.
The moment they charged out, they instinctively gathered, their auras linking as they attempted to combine their strength to resist the annihilating power of the lightning domain.
However, they were too slow.
