When the patriarch of the Winston family heard what Milo said, his expression turned even darker. “Burn him to death!”
Sea of Fire was a ridiculously hot spell. When the heatwave hit him, Milo understood that this was probably the Winston family’s trump card. He could not take the attack head on.
It was no wonder Fortress 178 was bullied by this group of sorcerers before they rose to power in the Central Plains. Frankly, the sorcerers’ methods were indeed very ruthless and bizarre.
Milo had a chuckle inside the armor. The commotion he had caused tonight was still not enough to dispel the House of Berkeley’s determination to invade the northern counties. The approaching war would come sooner or later. By then, he should already be waiting patiently in Ghent City for an opportunity.
Tonight’s battle was just to collect some interest payment on the blood debt owed to the 200,000-odd martyred spirits. He had not experienced a high-intensity battle like this in a long time, so it was a good opportunity to warm himself up.
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