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!”

he was wrong. He should not have brought so many people from the battle god battalion here to fight Milos

battalion

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

he not

gods gritted their teeth with hatred. No one

strong as Fenrir, and the two attacks just now were almost their limit. Even if they had the

could still fight

most of his energy

moment he landed, several men in black robes suddenly

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

the bone. Seeing the Great Augur and his people now, he saw the hope of wiping

taken a lot

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