The moment the strike landed—
A ripple ran across the battlefield.
The ground groaned. The sky fluttered. But what shocked him even after taking his sword strike head-on, it didn't seem to be injured and continued to move towards him.
Apollo slashed again—twice—cleaving through layers of space and essence, but still—
It pushed forward.
The faint black mist pouring from its body started to spread—slowly eating away everything in its path.
Seeing this, he quickly used his space rules and teleported, moving away from it, but it seems to only target him and didn't let him go, continuing to chase after him.
He slashed multiple times, but the results remained the same, like this ghost didn't belong to the universe; even his Eternal Sword rule, which had never failed before, seemed useless at the moment.
