CHAPTER 428: DANGERS WITHIN GOD RUINS (PART-2)

Finally seeing that his pack cannot overwhelm the group of warriors, the leader werewolf, who seemed to have reached the Eternal God realm, made his move.

A low, wild growl rumbled from his throat like thunder echoing in a deep cavern. The air around him twisted as violent energy erupted from his massive body. His blood-red claws gleamed with killing intent, and a suffocating pressure spread across the battlefield.

"Grrraaaaahhh!"

With a single step, the ground beneath his feet shattered into a web of countless cracks. His speed was terrifying—one instant he stood behind his pack, the next he was in front of the human warriors, tearing through the air like a crimson streak of death.

Seeing this, the middle-stage eternal god of sacred light stepped forward to intercept the werewolf leader.

A blinding golden light flared around him as holy energy surged like a tidal wave. He stepped forward without hesitation, planting his foot down with the force of a descending sun.

"I’ll handle him!" He declared, his voice cutting through the chaos around them.

Light gathered around his hands, forming a radiant spear forged from pure divine essence. The surrounding battlefield dimmed for a moment as the two titans faced each other—beast and god, predator and protector.

BOOM!

Their first clash split the air apart. Light and blood-red energy collided, sending violent shockwaves in all directions. The earth trembled, distant ruins cracked, and even True Gods were forced to retreat several steps to avoid being swept away by the storm.

The werewolf’s claws screeched against the spear of light, sparks flying like meteors across a night sky.

"A mere beast dares to challenge me," the warrior of Sacred Light growled, pushing forward.

Apollo watched the ongoing battle calmly, as from the first collision it could be seen the empire’s eternal god had the upper hand.

And just like Prince Michael, he also seemed to have an angelic bloodline and their full control and understanding over light rule.

This middle-stage eternal god had a decent understanding of light and seemed to have reached the peak of the early stage of the first layer. And as a light rule isn’t a simple rule like fire or water, its power is quite strong.

These qualities gave him a slight edge in the current battle. The werewolf leader’s power stemmed from a dark bloodline, and his grasp of the Law of Darkness was comparatively shallow. Light and darkness were natural opposites; their clash carried inherent restraint.

Every collision between them was like heaven and abyss meeting—searing holy radiance against shadowy malevolence.

BOOM!

The Eternal God’s radiant spear shone brighter each time it struck, holy light burning away the shadows around the werewolf. Bloody Dark energy hissed and sizzled like tar caught in a storm of light.

The werewolf roared in frustration. His darkness was being eroded, forced back inch by inch.

The werewolf leader tried to overcome it, but it came to a quick end as the Sacred Light Empire’s eternal god used his bloodline’s divine ability.

A majestic, blinding light erupted from his body—pure, sacred, and absolute. Behind him, a pair of radiant angelic wings fully manifested, stretching several metres wide, and a halo of golden light formed above his head. For a brief moment, it appeared a true angel itself descended, illuminating the entire battlefield.

"Holy Judgement," his cold voice echoed.

Thousands of spears of light condensed in the sky in an instant, each carrying terrifying destructive power and the purifying will of light.

The werewolf leader’s pupils contracted. The oppressive holy power directly suppressed his dark rule, making his movements sluggish. His shadows trembled, unable to shield him.

"Die!" The Eternal God roared, thrusting his spear forward.

The sky of spears rained down like divine punishment, each beam piercing through the werewolf’s darkness rule, shredding his defences like fragile paper. A deafening explosion followed—

BOOM!!

The werewolf leader was blasted backward, his chest torn open and dark blood splattering across the battlefield.

As the werewolf leader was defeated, the battlefield became silent for a moment, and then the few remaining werewolves started to tremble in fear.

Seeing their leader defeated, few of the survivors ran in different directions. But how can they let them go?

They all attacked with thunderous speed and quickly killed the remaining werewolves, ending their first danger of the god ruins with ease.

But they all were still shocked by the strength shown by the Eternal God Realm elder from the Sacred Light Empire. Even the ancient dream clan’s eternal god also showed a serious expression.

Apollo didn’t show any expression, but he was still surprised, as after this elder from the Sacred Light Empire used his angelic bloodline divine power, his strength increased multiple times.

From the mid-Eternal God, he leapt directly to the level of a late-stage powerhouse, overwhelming the dark-blooded werewolf like it was nothing.

Which meant—if Lucifer’s second guardian used his own divine ability, he would likely reach the peak of the Eternal God Realm. Perhaps... even beyond that.

"Tch. They really aren’t easy to deal with."

Apollo’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at Crown Prince Lucifer—standing tall, calm, and proud, as if the slaughter had been nothing more than brushing dust from his sleeves.

They had just acted as a warning to everyone.

The Sacred Light Empire... is not to be underestimated.

As they all dealt with this, they quickly gathered calmly. This battle didn’t result in any casualties with their strength, but this showed the dangers of god ruins, which stretched who knows how long, and yet they already met an eternal god-level monster.

Lucifer dusted his sleeves, expression steady and composed.

"Now that this is settled, we continue," he commanded, as if the battle had been nothing but a minor delay.

No one objected. No one dared to.

Silently, they followed his lead once more.

Apollo walked alongside them, his steps unhurried, eyes calm—but his thoughts were anything but.

From the very moment they entered the God Ruins, he had sensed something subtle yet undeniable:

Lucifer wasn’t wandering blindly. The Sacred Light Empire had come with a destination in mind.

They were guiding the entire group along a predetermined path... toward something only they knew existed.

A secret land?

A hidden inheritance?

Or something far more dangerous?

Apollo’s gaze narrowed, a faint gleam dancing within his pupils.

"So... You already know where you’re going. Interesting."

He kept the thought to himself. There was no benefit in revealing suspicion—not yet. For now, he would watch.