Massive shockwaves rippled outward, shaking the Astral Void Station to its core. Entire sections of the station cracked and buckled under the sheer force of the collision.
When the energy dissipated, a chilling silence fell over the battlefield. The seven Void Gods, their Internal Worlds fractured and their divine weapons trembling in their hands, stared at Apollo in disbelief.
All seven of them were seriously injured; remaining standing in the sky was difficult for them. But it was nothing to the horror they were feeling and the pride that was shattered in the last attack.
Apollo took a step forward, his aura still radiant with moonlight and frost. Each step seemed to freeze the space beneath him, and his silvery gaze pierced through the Void Gods like a blade.
The crowd that was watching this now had an unbelievable reaction and couldn't believe what they saw and what just happened.
"Seven Void Gods... defeated. Alone."