But It's Weaker Than Me

Leo watched as Abaddon was slaughtering the monsters with ease as the horde headed towards the knight. His eyes widened when he saw a wave of mana surging into his soldier's body as his strikes got deadlier.

The Demon Knight carved through the monstrous horde like a force of nature. Shadows clung to the warrior's form, his blade a blur of death, slicing through flesh and bone with terrifying skill.

'Looks like Abaddon is growing strong,' he pondered with glowing red eyes. 'I wonder what the other knights will be like.'

Leo felt the ground tremble with the weight of collapsing bodies, rivers of dark blood pooling at his feet. The knight moved with inhuman speed, his strikes fueled by a surge of crackling mana that twisted through the air like a storm.

Each swing sent shockwaves through the battlefield, tearing beasts apart as if they were nothing. An hour later, a horn rang out, and the monsters started retreating toward the fortress.