Chapter 324: Shocking Battle Strength

Chapter 324: Shocking Battle StrengthThe person from the Sanctum, seeing this, didn’t try to run. Instead, he stepped forward, and in an instant, a soul-chilling coldness erupted from him. The air itself seemed to freeze as an indestructible, ice-like wall formed before him.

Boom!

Apollo’s fist struck the wall, evidently fortified by the Rule of Ice.

Crack. Crack.

Countless fractures spread across the mountain-like barrier, yet it managed to withstand the force of his strike. Apollo wasn’t surprised that his attack had been blocked — what truly caught his attention was the opponent’s mastery of the Rule of Ice.

He felt a strange sense of familiarity. After all, he once relied on Ice as his primary means of combat. Later, however, he refined it into the Lunar Law, something far more mysterious and powerful than ordinary ice. Sadly, he had yet to reach the threshold of understanding a true rule.

’Maybe... this battle could give me some insights.’

With that thought, his expression grew more serious. A bright light flared in his eyes.

There are some similarities, but lunar rule isn’t as simple as just about coldness, but it has more hidden mysteries of the power of the moon and universe, making it a strong, high-level rule compared to ice.

But still, it might be somewhat helpful for his further progress. He calmed down and started to feel every moment of his enemy, carefully trying to understand and feel the power of rules.

The guy from the sanctum also felt the change in Apollo’s expression; not to mention, he was also a bit shocked by the strength of the punch, as Apollo appeared to be quite stronger than he expected and even almost broke his defence.

What truly startled him, however, was the aura emanating from Apollo. He could clearly sense that Apollo was only at the Void God level, and yet he possessed such overwhelming strength. Even more absurd — that punch wasn’t even serious. It was clearly just a casual strike.

Realising this, his expression grew solemn. Due to the suppression of this place, he could only use power at the True God realm. That, combined with his partial grasp of a rule, should have made him nearly invincible among true gods.

And yet... he had encountered a monster who defied all common sense.

"You two, stand back." Apollo gave orders to Clark and Sara, as although they were stronger than ordinary gods, they were still not a match for the guy standing ahead.

The moment Apollo’s eyes glowed with light, the temperature around them dropped sharply — not because of his power but because of the man standing before him.

The Sanctum warrior narrowed his eyes, sensing the shift in Apollo’s demeanour. Yet before he could react further—

Boom!

Apollo charged like a streak of silver lightning, his fist tearing through the space and smashing straight into the crystalline wall of ice.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The wall this time couldn’t stop him, as it was quickly shattered by his punch that seems to destroy worlds. Frozen shockwaves surged across the land, tearing apart ancient stone and freezing thousands of kilometres.

The Sanctum warrior gritted his teeth, his feet sinking into the ground as he tried to stabilise himself. This power... this pressure... from a Void God?!

He roared, feeling a bit angry as he was pushed, summoning his true might. Glacial spears rained from the sky, each forged from condensed rules — enough to skewer armies of void gods. His domain expanded, freezing air, land, and space itself into an ethereal battlefield of absolute cold. Every breath became sharp as daggers.

But Apollo didn’t falter. The silver glow around him shimmered brighter, resonating with something deeper.

Lunar Law... and the Rule of Ice.

Although the difference between law and rule was enormous, with his condensed divine energy and divine body stronger than seventh-rank divine weapons, he didn’t lose at all. In fact, he pushed forward domineeringly.

He didn’t just endure the storm. He cut through it.

Each step forward shook the frozen land beneath him. Lunar light spiralled around his limbs, blending with the biting cold until moonlight and ice became indistinguishable — two forces entwined. And in that moment, he wasn’t resisting the Rule of Ice.

He was embracing it.

Dissecting it.

Learning its rhythm.

He felt something as the previous lunar law seemed to show some increase. This let him feel more excited, and his attacks became more deadly.

He was advancing.

The battlefield shifted with him. Each of his movements grew sharper, cleaner, and impossibly fast. Where his fists once shimmered with silver light, they now carried a biting edge — lunar arcs laced with elemental frost, carving through the icy domain like divine blades.

Every strike cracked the frozen sky.

The man from the Sanctum felt it too — the change. Apollo’s presence was becoming oppressive, majestic — as if a divine king had descended. His aura now cut through the glacial air, no longer being resisted by the Rule of Ice but weaving into it.

The heavens echoed with thunderous clashes as Apollo, burning with divine light, pressed forward like a storm that refused to be stopped.

The more they fought, the more horrified the enemy became. He wasn’t a young genius but an old monster who survived for who knows how long. But now he was pressed down and beaten by a young lad whose cultivation is lower than his. How could such a thing horrify him?

Clark and Sara are hiding far away and also looking at the battle with shocked expressions. Before, they didn’t fully understand the level of strength Apollo had reached to clear the ninth floor of the Tower of Epoch, but looking at the battle, they could understand.

This was no longer a battle between Void Gods. No — it had transcended even the realm of True Gods.

The sky was torn asunder. Mountains crumbled like sandcastles in a storm. Space rippled and bent with every exchange of blows. And in the heart of it all stood Apollo, a Void God in name only — for the power he wielded rivalled the heavens themselves.

Clark’s throat went dry. "If we even got near that battlefield..."

Sara nodded, her eyes wide, voice low. "We’d be instantly obliterated."

They were geniuses, both ranked in the Top Thousand of the Void God List and were prodigies celebrated by countless clans and sects in the universe. Yet in this moment, they felt like ants staring up at titans.

Their only hope, had they dared to intervene, would be the life-saving treasures granted to them by their elders — and even those might only buy them a heartbeat of survival.