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 just

battalion was

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

could he not be

their teeth with hatred. No

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

person who could still

his energy and had to

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

Milos now, I promise you can get double

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

lot from him too. Moreover, he was extremely unconfident

able to take down more than half of the battle