Max's eyes swept over the group of demons, all of whom were now visibly trembling.
Their fear was palpable—etched into their snarling, twitching faces.
Just moments ago, they had stood tall, arrogant, mocking him. After all, demons were creatures of raw power, their bodies forged in war, their muscles bred for slaughter. A single human—a boy—should not have been able to kill one of them in a head-on clash.
But now?
Now they stared at Max like prey would look at a predator they never expected.
He exhaled, steam curling from his lips as his aura surged.
He wasn't just stronger than them. He was beyond them.
And in their eyes, it was no longer a battle.
It was a massacre waiting to happen.
Max took a step forward.
"Let's end this, shall we?"
And then—
BOOM.
He vanished, the ground beneath his feet shattering from the explosive force of his takeoff.
In the next instant, he appeared in front of the nearest demon.
The demon barely had time to blink.
BANG!
