Locke even suspected that even if he chose to choose the Death Dog or the Death Magus, it would still have something to do with the divine race.
"But it's also very good to be able to compose Titans. The previous ones have shown great power and terror."
Locke was very satisfied.
The Titan was one of the most powerful lives.
Without any hesitation, Locke continued to compose.
As time went by, two rays of light enveloped the two Death Guards who were at potential level 12.
In the next second, the horrifying aura of death swept all directions like the tide.
"Our race was in charge of the Death Kingdom."
"The name of our race is the Death Titan!"
The heavy and serious sound echoed in the castle's space.
The endless aura of death was surging, and the whole castle's space was trembling.
A figure in a black cloak and holding a black sickle floated in the air.
Locke fixed his eyes on the Death Titan, which made him feel a little scared.