I, the Heir of Heroes

The pale and ferocious body slowly landed on the collapsed snow mountain, spread its black and red wings, stared at Jibril with scarlet eyes and said:

"I can't say no more to your allegiance than I can ever look at your side. You are doomed in this war, and that's the future I've seen. It's nice to be here, though. Meet your fate, I remember you, Jibril. Then survive, after you have conquered this body, you will definitely know what you understand and what you deny... Survive, the war is over Near the end, everything will end here!"

——I was really looking forward to that moment.

——Looking forward to which branch of history the world with your existence will lead to.

Chapter 89 Three Killing Strikes

The earth split into an abyss, and the sea water surged crazily below.The ice and snow melted, the terrain changed, and on the canyon that was still churning with destructive vortexes, flapping wings were calling for a storm. Jia Luo felt unexpected pleasure.

However, Jibril no longer intends to pay any attention to it, and is just silently preparing for the next confrontation.

The meaning of what Jia Luo said has always been completely unclear.

Whispering Sanskrit, constantly talking about something, but when I listened carefully, I couldn't get a trace of useful information.

If there is an opponent worthy of challenge in front of you, you will challenge it, so there is no other reason or meaning for fighting.

Anything, the most reasonable, is king after the battle is over.

Then, after an instant, the battle of legends that overturned the established common sense began.

Dwarf feathers intertwined with pale minions.

Just like the myths of the past, the fierce collision of the two has crossed the sea and the earth, shaking this era.

The tail, claws, fangs, and chaotic words of the erect dragon species all skipped the process and launched an attack directly.

The angels who confronted it sometimes dodged, sometimes knocked away, and sometimes shot it down.

Space is torn apart, time is distorted, and the world is going mad and screaming.

Calling it a battle is a phenomenon that is beyond common sense.

The scale of its destruction may only be surpassed by the fierce battle between the Peerless God of War and the Supreme Dragon King in the ancient times.If anyone can see the difference between the two, it is probably no one but God.

The sea is burning, the mountains are boiling, and the sky is being torn apart and beginning to crumble.

In the next moment, everything will be swallowed by the light and disappear without a trace.

If someone who understands such a scene like a catastrophe saw it, how would they evaluate it?

The monsters hunted instinctively, delivering deadly attacks without a break, while the angels deflected them all and parried them all.

The confrontation between the two may be regarded as a miraculous confrontation by some.

But the person involved, the angel can understand—this is not a counterweight at all.

There is still a hopeless gap in power, and Little Feather is just making good use of the situation.

Through the time-space distortion generated by monsters, while intermittently shifting, avoid the [death] that is constantly rushing towards him.

Ironically, because of the monster's own strength, all its powers are "sealed".

If you want to completely defeat the Flügel, you must use the power of the dragon spirit. Once you use the power of the dragon spirit, Jibril can break it and use it to fight.

And the monster body itself is useless except for its top-notch body.

Unless Jia Luo violated his original wishes and broke the balance by relying on himself.

However, this is not possible.

It's unbelievable that such a creative idea, such an entirely underdog approach, should have come from the strongest avatar of mere emptiness.

"Very good! Very good! But..."

Galona smiled, and the voice vibrating the space declared at this moment:

"Your talent should not be limited to defense, Jibril——when will you reveal it?"

Jia Luo is still looking forward, even though the next moment is very important to himself or his future plans, he still maintains this vision, waiting for the answer from Yu Yi.

Being pointed out that she had not attacked even once so far, Jibril looked very unhappy.

"You really are a talkative god... don't you even know how to abide by the etiquette of quietly waiting for exciting scenes to come?"

Answer with such sarcasm.

There was no trace of strength on her face.

Yes, it's not a counterbalance at all.

There are only monsters that savagely resort to all kinds of deadly attacks, and feathers that are just desperately dodging to resist attacks.

That's all there is to the true face of the vortex of destruction.

Although it is true that the [toy] made by Galo is used to nullify the attack, but for Jibril, it is a desperate tightrope walk that does not allow a momentary misjudgment.

As for the pale monster, no matter how hard Feather tried his best, it was impossible for him to suffer the slightest damage.

That is the conclusion that has been thoroughly confirmed in the five duels so far.

Even if there is no decisive move between the two sides, the meaning is naturally very different for Jibril, who is desperately avoiding death, and the monster who has maintained a crazy posture from the beginning.

If the delay continues, time will announce the end of this contest sooner or later.

However, Jibril has a hand that can overturn this fate.