But the three abyssal elites instinctively stepped back, their instincts screaming.
Something was wrong. Something was dangerous.
This human wasn't supposed to feel like this—quiet, steady, but carrying a pressure that made even their fearless mind itself shudder at the edges.
Apollo, on the other hand, was ready to get serious. He knows that they weren't the best in the peak eternal god realm, but still they were troublesome.
Because of the power of the abyss and their weird, deformed body, they possess high defence and regenerative powers, making them difficult to kill compared to humans. So they were kind of experts in the case of dragging the battle, which he didn't want.
He exhaled once, letting a quiet pulse of intent settle through his limbs.
Eternal Sword Rule.
The moment he let it surge—
—the world bent.
For a heartbeat, the Empyrean Sword Realm itself seemed to remember something ancient buried in its bones.
