That golden-eyed leader was blasted apart by that strike, his body scattering instantly.
With Apollo unleashing a ferocious burst of power from the front and Aurek looming behind him like a predator, an inexplicable suffocating dread rose in his heart. He dissolved into flowing halos of light and frantically tried to break out of the Eastern Starfield.
Another portion of those halos followed right behind, re-forming his life-body beyond the borders of the starfield.
As for the other surviving scions, they became part of that void star-pit, withering away completely.
"Unless an Empyrean Sanctum comes in person, no one can eliminate him…"
The golden-eyed Ancient Scion leader stared fixedly at Aurek's mirror-image avatar, intense fear and wariness surging in his eyes.
Killing Ancient Scions was not the terrifying part.
What was terrifying was that they had slaughtered countless Ancient Scions at the quasi-Empyrean Sanctum level so effortlessly…
