The First Heir

Fennel and Philip did not say a word and just looked coldly in the direction of the castle’s entrance. Their sharp gazes passed through the guards of the Hall of Evil, surging with a chilling and murderous intent.

Behind the guards, three figures stood side by side. The three figures varied in height and strength, but their surging arrogance made everyone afraid to look at them directly. No one dared to make any predictions. Such domineering auras were arrogance that could only be developed by those who had remained in the top position for a long time. It radiated right from their very bones.

It was impossible to fake. Moreover, there were kingly auras that flowed through them. Such kingly aura could be found on Fennel too, which was on the same level.

At the gates of the white castle, the three figures stood proudly. Over the distance of a hundred meters, they made eye contact: with Fennel. A burst of invisible sparks crackled in the air.

This was the confrontation between the gazes and auras of the mighty!

atmosphere within a radius of several hundred meters. The

of Evil stood in the center and felt the oppression caused by the invisible sparks, which made them hot all over. This tense atmosphere made them sweat, and no

it made one tremble. This was the

three gods of the 12 Sacred Halls were standing at the gates at this moment. In the entire underworld of the West, they were the top existence. They were a symbol

never had there been three gods who came together. They had a common goal this

also felt

join forces to go against him was enough to show that the three

things stood now, Fennel and Philip had no reinforcements. Even the Strategist’s backup plan would take a while to arrive.