Chapter 1843

Josiah roared angrily into the sky, and the dark energy ball inflated dramatically. Like a gigantic black wave, it overpowered Apollo's bright light. Suddenly, he flapped his wings, and a sharp, black light shot out. Unable to dodge in time, Apollo was fatally stabbed. Like a meteor, Apollo's body fell from the sky at a rapid speed and landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The light in his eyes gradually turned dull, and life quickly drained away from him. Witnessing his fall, the Divine Race army was shocked, and their morale crumbled. Fear mushroomed in their hearts like a plague, and the originally neat formation began to turn messy. In contrast, the demon tribes were high in morale and won the battle. Chortling sinisterly, they attacked the Divine Race troops in a frenzy. Seeing that the situation was awry, Sebastian turned and fled without hesitation. Josiah's unbeatable and powerful energy made him aware that it was akin to an egg hitting a stone if he f