Apollo fought a battle entirely different from the two Headmasters.
He continued firing techniques at the red cloud of smoke, each attack infused with his Lightning Attribute. The cloud shattered as the lightning ate away at it, but every time a chunk dissipated, it instantly reformed, sending its energy into the red line stretching across the city.
Apollo didn't know what would happen if the ritual succeeded, but he refused to dwell on it. His utmost priority was destroying the red cloud.
However, seeing his lack of progress, he realized he would only waste his Lightning Attribute if he kept going. He had to think of another way.
Apollo lowered his hands and looked toward the sky.
The clouds concealed the moon, preventing its brilliance from passing through.
A thought crossed his mind—one he didn't want to entertain but knew he had to act on.