The battlefield was intensifying with each passing moment as the monsters of the horde advanced, the more powerful ones making their presence known and attacking without holding anything back. Each platform was currently being assaulted by creatures a lot more powerful and resilient than the creatures of the previous wave were.
The seemingly endless sea of weaker creatures had given way to the more elite abominations which were now locked in combat against Reign and the others, and the worst part was that there were many of them, thousands that were present in the army, with more powerful creatures coming from behind them, making their way toward them.
Reign, who was still riding the high of his breakthrough was still slicing through the horde as even the stronger creatures were no match for him. That was because right after breaking through a new realm in proficiency, the person would briefly get inspired and his attacks would hold sword aura in them.
