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.

gritted his teeth and withstood the weight. The blood vessels in his whole body burst at

now

he encountered such a

up dead.” Seeing that Mozart

her away from me.” Mozart gritted his teeth,

red-white flames. However, he was in

he took a step

thought that Mozart’s

man pounded the scepter in his hand to the ground with all

felt the pressure all over his body, and even the beating of his heart weakened a little. The crystal clear

green light seeped out of it

step forward and said, “Old man, no matter how strong