What followed was chaos and symphony blades clashing, energy blasts streaking through the air, and sharp wing slashes creating red scars in the atmosphere.
Martin leapt from point to point, executing precision strikes.
The power difference was still high enough for him to not have any problem destroying the enemies and the demons.
But it did not mean that he did not felt that he was getting tired and having some problems.
Still, the effort was draining.
Even with the clones thinning their numbers, the Wing Demon Blood Blades didn't go down without a fight.
Each time one was wounded, it flared in brightness and attempted a final suicide dive forcing Martin and his clones to finish them decisively or risk injury.
One of the clones was caught in a surprise pincer attack two Wing Demons approached from opposite sides at the same instant.
"They are really smarter than the other ones..." he thought.
Fighting in the air was more difficult.
