The First Heir

When Milos let go, the red-white fireball blasted toward the shield formed by the battle gods like a falling meteorite.

Boom!

After the pale golden spear hit the shield, the shield was dull without any luster. The golden spear also disappeared into nothingness.

As the battle gods heaved a sigh of relief, the red-white fireball arrived.

This fireball was not weaker than the golden spear earlier but more powerful because of the unique level 7S fire element. It was as if a powerful missile exploded in the sky above the battle god battalion.

Flames instantly swept across the battle god battalion. A mushroom cloud also appeared above them.

Miserable cries resounded throughout the area, and the battle gods were no better. They had endured two powerful attacks in a row.

Fenrir roared, “Milos Clarke, it’s either you or me today!”

almost wiped out, Fenrir knew he was wrong. He should not have brought so many people from the

the battalion

just to deal with

could he

with hatred.

were not as strong as Fenrir, and the two attacks just now were almost their limit. Even if they had the mind to kill Milos now, they had no strength

person who could still fight

of his energy and had to land on

several men in black robes suddenly appeared, and Fenrir was

Augur, if you can help me kill Milos now, I promise you can get double

the Great Augur and his people now, he saw the hope

lot from him

take down more than half of the battle god battalion single-handedly, so