Unwilling to waste time tangling with these Innate Demons, Chen Mo decided to end the battle quickly.
He pushed his Movement Technique speed to the limit, unleashed his mental attacks at full power, and launched a fierce barrage of punches.
The facts proved that he had still overestimated the strength of the Innate Demons. He had exerted a little too much force.
One punch per demon. In a short span of time, Chen Mo darted across the entire battlefield as if teleporting, effortlessly taking down ten Innate Demons.
These Innate Demons had previously required considerable effort to kill in battle, and some could not even be killed at all. Yet only a few months later, Chen Mo could now slaughter them at will.
The strongest known experts in this world were Grandmasters. He felt that he could probably reach that realm before turning twenty. What path would lie ahead after that?
It was obviously far too early to think about such things, but Chen Mo already had a powerful premonition that the road ahead would be difficult.
Still, he should have a chance to take that step. After all, he was not fighting alone.
With daily Epiphanies and enough cultivation techniques, the future was undoubtedly bright.
His attention returned to the battlefield...
"Your reactions are pretty quick."
Chen Mo watched the Innate Demons scatter and flee without even looking back, his expression indifferent.
The facts proved that not all Demons were reckless brutes. Their boss possessed Grandmaster-level combat power, yet Chen Mo had beaten him into fleeing in disgrace. Demons with only Innate strength like them were certainly no match for him. No matter how many of them rushed forward, they would only be throwing away their lives.
Having seen through this long ago, some of the Demons had merely