Only the dead silence remained, with more than sixty warriors of void god level disappearing without leaving any trace. It was even hard to believe that anything happened here, as there was no sign of struggle or anything; it was utter annihilation from heaven and earth.
No blood. No corpses. No lingering auras.
It was as if those sixty Void Gods had never existed.
Apollo calmly looked at all of these without showing any emotion and then calmly walked away. After fighting in the war between the Sovereign realm and the abyss and becoming so strong, these kinds of battles had become child's play for him.
The so-called powerful Void Gods were nothing more than insects before him.
He continued forward, his stride steady, unfaltering.
After he left the area, there were still some who arrived there, but they found nothing and could only leave with the feeling of loss, but what they didn't know was they were very lucky as they just survived their death.
