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!”

was almost wiped out, Fenrir knew he was wrong. He should not have brought so many people from the battle god battalion here to fight Milos

battalion was gone

sweat and tears, and just to deal with one

he

other battle gods gritted their teeth with

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

only person who could still

his energy

robes suddenly appeared,

help me kill Milos

hated Milos to the bone. Seeing the Great Augur and his people now, he saw the hope of

taken a lot from him too. Moreover, he was

of the