The Demon King is coming, Firnir Hepple, you bastard...

Blood was flowing and corpses were everywhere.
The area around Firnir Hepple had become a death purgatory, and he was the god of death who created this purgatory. With the frenzied slaughter, even Firnir Hepple himself didn't know how many monsters he had killed. One hundred? Two hundred? Three hundred? Maybe more.
Moreover, the fighting is still going on. In fact, this is not a fight at all, but a one-sided massacre. The madness under the inheritance of martial arts is simply terrifying.
Invincible...