Destroying them only meant they would be recreated again in the future.
With that thought, Alix no longer paid attention to the countless explosions occurring around him.
Whether it was one hundred demons...
Ten thousand...
Or several hundred thousand...
None of it held any significance.
To someone who had once battled beings capable of shattering continents and bending the very Laws of existence, the horde before him was no different from raindrops falling into an endless sea.
Without changing his pace, Alix continued walking deeper into the ruined city.
His footsteps echoed softly across the blood-soaked streets.
Behind him, countless corpses littered the ancient roads, only to gradually dissolve into black mist as the dungeon began reclaiming them. Before long, the remains would completely disappear, waiting for the time when they would be reborn once more.
The deeper he ventured, the more magnificent the city became.
