The First Heir

The sword spirit floated in the direction of those spirit bodies.

Mozart kept his eyes on her. His relationship with the sword spirit was not built in a day or two.

He refused to believe that the sword spirit would abandon him. The gravity seemed to isolate the water flow.

Although Mozart felt as if he was caught in a swamp, energy burst from his body. He jerked one foot out, followed by the other. His movements seemed to slow down several times. His hand reached out to the sword spirit.

A burst of flames covered his body, and his figure also changed at this time. He grew larger into a giant.

This was the only way his strength could multiply and be used to resist the effect of gravity.

However, the old man sneered at this sight. “Do you think it’s useful to be bigger? The bigger your body, the more pressure you’ll bear.”

The scepter in the old man’s hand thumped on the floor again.

Mozart’s figure did not change, he gritted his teeth and withstood the weight. The blood vessels in his whole

skin was now crisscrossed with cracks all

the first time he encountered

Seeing that Mozart refused to give up,

taking her away from

ancient demon god with a huge body covered with red-white flames. However, he was in a miserable state too because his whole body was full

finished speaking, he took a step forward

They never thought that Mozart’s

in his

little. The crystal clear heart given to him by the king of

of it and spread all

step forward and said, “Old man, no matter how strong you are, you were created by