Seeing this, Apollo finally sighed in relief. The moment the Shadow Sovereign fell, his strength gave out and his body collapsed to the ground.
The ancient sword had taken everything from him.
Whether it was divine essence, spiritual power, or even the strength of his soul — all of it had been drained dry. His limbs felt heavy like lead, his vision blurred, and he could no longer even muster the strength to stand.
At this moment he was utterly exhausted, but there was a smile on his face. He slayed a sovereign; although injured, he still killed a mighty sovereign. He wanted to laugh loudly with excitement, but he didn't even have the strength to do that.
On the other hand, outside was in chaos, as when Shadow Sovereign died, a weeping, bloody heaven and earth phenomenon shook the entire Empyrean Sword realm.
Both sides—whether from the Empyrean Sword Realm or the Abyss—were shaken to their cores.
