The space around the hundred-headed giant had already been torn apart.
Its hundreds of pairs of gigantic wings blotted out the sky, and it was in the center of the terrifying storm. The attacks of ordinary gods could not pass through the raging wind at all.
"Typhon is escaping, stop it."
Zeus said in a low voice.
" He " stood at the end of the rolling dark clouds again. Every muscle on " His " sculpture-like body was exerting force, like a fully drawn bowstring. " His " right hand was holding clusters of shining lightning, which generally formed a spear-shaped outline.
At this moment, Apollo threw out the sun disc, and a huge star turned into a flying wheel that shone with dazzling light. It hung above the monster Typhon, enveloping its hundred heads, arms, and wings at the same time.
The golden sunlight extended and spread. Wherever it passed, the shattered space healed inch by inch, and the raging hurricane was suppressed and shrunk.
