A full week slipped by inside the twisted world of Nullaria, and in that time the young geniuses—guided, watched, and sharpened by Max—swept through the land like a silent storm.
Ten demon lairs were erased from existence. Ten pockets of corrupted life, gone. The demons inside those lairs were hardly weak by normal standards; each lair held three or four peak Divine Rank demons along with dozens of mid-ranks.
Yet the young geniuses now stood so far above their former selves that fighting these demons felt no more demanding than clearing low-rank dungeons.
The battles were swift, decisive, and frighteningly efficient.
Squad leaders coordinated their teams with precision.
Members adapted and cooperated without hesitation.
And every time a demon fell, the geniuses grew sharper.
To them, this was experience they desperately needed.
To the demons, it was an encroaching nightmare.
