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 wrong. He should not have brought so many people

of the battalion was gone

with his sweat and tears, and just to deal with one Milos Clarke,

he

their teeth with hatred. No one expected

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

who could

most of his energy and had to land on the

moment he landed, several men in black robes suddenly appeared, and Fenrir

help me kill Milos

Great Augur and his people now,

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

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