Across the battlefield, the slaughter continued.
Thousands of demons were erased one after another beneath the Divine Light of Justice and Truth. Some died screaming, some died trying to flee, some died while begging for mercy, and some died while still attacking in blind rage, but no matter what they did, the result did not change.
The endless cross-shaped constructs fell upon them with merciless precision, and the Dimension of Light became brighter with every demon destroyed, as if their deaths only made Max's battlefield shine more brilliantly.
Nancy watched the scene with a pale face.
She had known Max was strong.
She had seen him kill Karo once.
But this was different.
