As the hundred fell, they seemed to stop, and from the mist behind them, a single person walked out last.
This Fallen was different from the others. Not only was its aura many times more powerful than that of the hundreds before it, but it also possessed six wings—three black and three golden—spreading behind it like a symbol of both darkness and light.
Apollo carefully felt his aura and instantly judged his strength. His strength has reached the peak of the second order, and he wasn't an ordinary transcendent. But a transcendent who seemed to merge two very strong opposite powers.
His strength was definitely among the best in the second-order transcendent realm.
The Fallen—perhaps an angel or with some twisted origin—also seemed interested in Apollo.
His gaze lingered on him.
Apollo's aura was extremely mysterious. Although he appeared to be only a half-step transcendent, the depth of power hidden within him was something only a true transcendent could vaguely perceive.
