"Aah!..." Seraphiel tried to roar, but everything was meaningless, and in a matter of seconds he was crushed and annihilated without managing to utter a single word.
"Tch… not even a warm-up."
Apollo spoke calmly, his expression unchanged. Now, even a Second-Order Transcendent wasn't enough to pose the slightest challenge.
Lucifer and others who had just awakened were shocked as they saw something terrifying: an immensely powerful transcendent crushed to death without any struggle. It was like he wasn't a transcendent being but an ordinary person whose life and death were all under the control of Apollo.
Apollo, after crushing Seraphiel like a bug, looked at the broken altar and slowly disappearing runic formation that covered the ancient temple.
With its power source gone, everything was beginning to crumble.
But that wasn't what caught his attention.
Instead, his focus shifted beneath the altar.
