Every single life he took was being recorded and rewarded in the background. The system was quietly stacking experience with each kill as if it was struggling to keep up with the sheer speed and efficiency of his slaughter.
The notifications flashed one after the other in rapid succession, almost overlapping as his blade continued to rise and fall without pause.
He was going on an absolute killing spree, and it was not just the number of demons he was cutting down that made it terrifying, but the way his movements were evolving with every passing second.
His pace was steadily increasing, his steps becoming lighter, sharper, and more precise.
His body flowed from one motion into the next without even the slightest hint of hesitation, as if the battlefield itself had become an extension of him.
