Soon the number of demons began to diminish. What had started as a surging tide of mindless fury slowly shrank into scattered pockets of resistance. The squads, who at first moved with a mix of caution and inexperience, now fought with a rhythm that resembled seasoned veterans more than newly-awakened peak Divine Rank geniuses.
Their movements began to align with one another in ways Max had hoped for. The chaotic battlefield gradually shifted into something the young geniuses dominated with growing confidence.
Victor led the final charge on the frontline. The ground trembled beneath each step he took. A cluster of demons tried to overwhelm him together, yet their claws and corrosive blasts broke against his fists as if striking a mountain. He tore through them, catching one demon by its arm and smashing it into the cliff wall so hard its body caved in.
