A chill ran down Apollo's spine.
Something had locked onto him.
From the depths of the Abyss, beyond the battlefield, beyond even the limits of this realm—a pair of silver eyes opened.
Cold. Indifferent. Absolutely.
Then—BOOM!
Reality collapsed.
The appearance of such a person even shocked the Abyssal side, as they didn't seem to know this entity. Also, the person, just like the Abyssal Lord, hadn't fully descended; his aura wasn't at all weak compared to the Lord of Abyss.
"You!!!" The voice echoed and shattered the void, and instantly he felt everything collapse. His soul seemed to be about to collapse, but a mysterious aura was quickly released by the senior orb to help him, and he calmed down.
"Run away." Senior Orb, he quickly urged.