The 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.'
