Sylas had felt limited by Aetherflow for a long while now. But at the moment, it didn't seem to matter in the slightest.
His illusory claws ripped through their bodies, his projected Constitution more than bolstered by his Will and his Scorned Wraps.
Their bodies shattered to pieces.
But in focusing on killing these elites in one sweep, the rest of the wave had quickly closed in the distance. Sylas was just one man, and though he was only defending a single location, there were too many ways to wrap around him if the situation became dicey.
He definitely needed more support, but until now he had only gathered 10 or so Demon Coins—Sylas' gaze flashed.
'21… I see, so the elite are worth one each. It might even be the case that the later Waves are worth even more.'
Sylas hadn't known the names of all of the Serpentes he took in, but he could recognize them by their names nonetheless. Many of them, especially those near the top of the list, could be exceptionally powerful.
