The soldiers stationed at the outpost, hearts burning with fear and resolve, charged forward. Across from them, countless abyssal monsters shrieked and surged like a black tide.
In an instant, the battlefield erupted. Swords t claw, sharp sword qi t corruption, and the entire outpost beca a storm of blood, fury, and desperation.
Apollo didn’t imdiately join the battle but calmly looked at the battlefield while maintaining focus on the battle above. As the battle in the sky was the most important, and he had a feeling this sudden eruption of abyss wasn’t simple.
The soldiers fought bravely and even held an advantage, though their number was many tis lower than the abyssal abominations.
They were all able to handle nurous abyssal monsters, as they seed to beco used to fighting them.
Even when one or two abyssal creatures on the weakest tier of the Eternal God realm crawled out of the rifts, the outpost didn’t buckle. Their own Eternal God-level warriors stepped forward, intercepting the threats before they could wreak havoc.
For a mont, it looked as if everything—both on land and in the sky—was under control. The commander held the abyssal leader at bay. The soldiers held the lines. No flank collapsed. No rift expanded.
And yet...
Apollo’s instincts scread otherwise. Sothing was wrong. Very wrong.
A heavy foreboding pressed against his chest, whispering that what they were seeing was only the beginning.
So because of this feeling, he remained alert as the battle continued for half an hour, but still nothing else happened. At that he even began to doubt whether he was being a bit sceptical and nothing was going to happen.
But just as he thought, the sky above seed to change, and from the rift powerful auras burst out, completely shaking the battlefield.
Boom!
A crushing wave of power washed down like a falling world.
"Heh... human, you’re not bad," the abyssal leader chuckled, voice dripping with cold amusent. "But the fun ti is over."
As he laughed, abyssal energy surged out of the rift, swallowing the sky in pitch-black corrosion. The entire outpost dimd as if plunged into an eclipse.
And then—
One figure stepped out.
Then another.
Then two more.
Four abyssal entities, each radiating an overwhelming presence not one bit weaker than the leader himself, erged from the tear between realms. Their combined aura churned like a tide of annihilation, threatening to suffocate even the strongest warriors on the field.
Instantly the situation seed to have changed, and the expression of the commander beca grave.
Peak Eternal God. All four of them.
Even if each one was slightly weaker than the mutated abyssal leader, their presence alone spelt disaster. Their killing intent pressed down like a mountain of tar, suffocating the battlefield.
And the worst part?
Aside from him, no one in the outpost possessed the strength to face even a single one of them.
The soldiers felt it too. Swords trembled. Formations faltered. Their earlier confidence evaporated in the face of this overwhelming pressure.
The four of them imdiately attacked the soldiers; seeing this, three eternal god swordsn of the outpost quickly tried to stop them.
But—
BOOM!
They didn’t even make it halfway.
A single sweep of corrupted energy from the abyssal four sent all three flying like broken arrows, blood spraying through the air. Their bodies slamd into the ground, carving trenches through stone and dirt.
They weren’t just overwheld. They were completely outclassed.
The soldiers who had been holding the lines so confidently monts ago felt their hearts sink into ice.
"Haha." The leader abyssal monster laughed as he watched this and continued to hold the commander back.
But the sound cut off abruptly.
His eyes narrowed.
Because a lone figure had stepped forward.
Apollo dropped into the centre of the chaotic battlefield, landing between the charging abyssal monsters at the peak of the eternal god and the battered three eternal god realm swordsn. The ground cracked beneath his feet as the shockwaves of aura pressed out in all directions.
The battlefield stilled for a heartbeat.
The abyssal leader’s smile froze.
"...You," he muttered, pitch-black pupils constricting.
Apollo lifted his gaze, expression calm—almost indifferent—as if the four peak Eternal God abyssals rushing toward him were no more concerning than a breeze.
And then—he moved.
He instantly teleported and appeared right beside one of the four abyssal beasts.
This monster had a head of a bull and claws of an eagle. It was clearly an abomination, but its strength wasn’t bad as a peak eternal god level.
A clean, brutal strike—no wasted movent, no flourish.
BOOM.
His punch crashed into the creature’s face with enough force to distort the air itself. The abomination’s skull dented inward as the shockwave burst out from the point of impact, flattening the corrupted ground beneath them.
A split second later—
The beast was gone.
Launched like a teor, it tore through a ridge of abyssal monsters, pulverising everything in its path before disappearing into the distant horizon—miles away.
Silence rippled across the battlefield.
Even the other three abyssal elites paused, their charge faltering.
Above, the commander and the abyssal leader both turned, montarily forgetting their clash as they registered what had just happened.
Apollo lowered his fist, expression unchanged, like he did sothing not worth ntioning.
He looked up toward the commander, voice steady and casual, "Don’t worry, Commander. I’ll handle things here."
With that said, he looked at the three peak eternal god abyssal monsters, gauging their strength.
A sword-wolf abomination with six jagged tails.
A mantis-like creature whose blade arms dripped corrosive abyssal fluid.
A humanoid fiend with a spiralled horn and molten-black skin.
Apollo simply tilted his head, assessing them like prey in different shapes. One thought passed through his mind—clear, cold, and certain. None of them were threats.
So, he was going to end this quickly, as it wasn’t the sa for the mutant leader above. He had a feeling it was hiding his power.
He quickly took his sword out and calmly walked towards the three. His aura, along with every step, started to change from calm scholar to a divine sword.
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