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!”

at the battle god battalion that 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 just

the battalion was gone

with his sweat and tears, and just to deal with one Milos Clarke, he suffered such a

could he not

with hatred. No

two attacks just now were almost their limit. Even if they had the mind to kill Milos now, they had no strength

only person who could still fight was

of his energy and had

robes suddenly appeared,

you can help me kill Milos now, I

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

two attacks just now had taken a lot from him too. Moreover, he was extremely unconfident

the