The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

When Philip 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 75 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, "Philip Clarke, it's either you or me today!"

wiped out, Fenrir knew he was wrong. He should not have brought so many people from

the battalion was

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

he not be

with hatred.

attacks just now were almost their limit. Even if they had the mind to kill Philip now, they had

person who could still fight was

also consumed most of his energy and had to land on the

men in black robes

help me kill Philip now, I

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

taken a lot from him too.