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!”

god battalion that was almost wiped out, Fenrir knew he was wrong. He should not

of the battalion was gone

and tears, and just to deal with one Milos Clarke, he suffered

could he not

battle gods gritted their teeth with hatred. No one expected

their limit. Even if they had the mind to

person who could still fight was

most of his energy

in black robes suddenly appeared, and

Milos now, I

Seeing the Great Augur and his people now, he

just now had taken a lot from

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