Fatal Strike -60,000,000!
Critical Hit!
Critical Damage -15,000,000!
...
A storm of numbers burst across the battlefield. The larger the demon, the higher its damage output, and the more perfect a target it became.
Orson's chaos orbs detonated again and again. With heavy burning modifiers stacked on every hit, the lower demons couldn't endure even a breath before being reduced to ash in the chaos fire.
Accuracy didn't matter anymore. All he had to do was hurl his spells into the thickest part of the black clouds and let them rain death.
If he couldn't use skills, then his basic attacks, stronger than most forbidden spells, would serve as his forbidden spells.
He became like some ancient artillery piece, eyes alight with divine madness, spitting fire without end.
Cloud after cloud broke apart. In less than a minute, over a thousand demons were reduced to dust before they ever even laid eyes on their killer.
"Heh… hehehe."
