Three days passed in a blur.
Jack's demon army moved across the floor twenty-three like a wave of destruction, hunting everything that wasn't specifically protected.
The jungle fell silent except for the sounds of demons feeding. The swamp waters ran red with blood. Even the wasteland, which was already a harsh environment, became a graveyard.
Jack stood at the edge of the clearing where he'd first bound the fifteen panthers, watching notifications scroll past his vision in an endless stream.
[Dread-rank Jungle Raptor slain - 500 Death Tokens acquired]
[Dread-rank Swamp Serpent slain - 500 Death Tokens acquired]
[Nightmare-rank Wasteland Scorpion slain - 18,000 Death Tokens acquired]
[Dread-rank...]
The numbers kept climbing.
Five thousand Dread-rank creatures eliminated. Each one is worth five hundred death tokens.
Two thousand Nightmare-rank creatures killed. Each one is worth eighteen thousand death tokens.
The math was staggering.
