Chapter 269: The sacred weapon

The battlefield had fallen silent, the bodies of the magical beasts lying lifeless on the scorched ground. Smoke and ash filled the air, mixing with the residual energy of the fierce spells that had just torn through the terrain. Apollo stood at the center, his breath steady, but his eyes continued to watch over his remaining enemies.

The atmosphere of the battle suddenly changes when pressure comes, warning Apollo through Jeremiah. The red glaring warning came, the remaining Apollos were watching the main battle even when they were still dealing with their own opponents.

"What was that?" 

Apollo was confused, but his senses were telling him something was amiss.

"This feeling is strangely familiar... Wait, don't tell me!" a dreadful foreboding filled Apollo's senses as he put his spells to their maximum and authorities to protect him.