Salute To The General

Chapter 663 The Elite Forces Of The God Of War

Colin exchanged glances with the Elite Eight before uttering, "Fight!"

He rushed forward as soon as he finished speaking. Like a raging rhino, he collided with one of the

Avalon men leading the charge.

A loud thump followed by a chilling, bonecrunching sound echoed through the air.

The muffled cry of the Avalon commander was soon heard.

Everyone saw what had happened. It was as if a rhino had just rammed into a zebra. The Avalon

commander flew several feet before dropping onto the floor. His body twisted at an impossible angle as

he lay on the ground half-dead.

Bachok and his men were astonished by the scene unfolding in front of them.

The Avalon commander who had fallen in the face of Colin was considered one of the strongest among

Bachok's subordinates.

It never crossed their minds that he would fall so easily as soon as he faced Colin Dunne.

Bachok shifted his gaze at Colin and the Elite Eight. His face had an expression of uncertainty as an

premonition crept into his

imminent

as they launched volley after volley of attacks against each

men, however, were seemingly in a state of disarray. They fought unsystematically

than

and the Elite Eight adopted the classical North Army

deadly. Each punch and kick were

anything fancy. They relied completely on power and speed

to one, they were still

shop. There was constant screaming and wailing as

Colin and the Elite

holding a dagger tried to

as he aimed the knife

and executed a high kick, striking his opponent right in the

being thrown and crashed straight into the wall.

on the surface. The man then slowly slid down

streak of

minutes, half of Bachok's men

began to realize

were the actual God

no way imposters

"They're not imposters!”

God

"My God. They're frightening!"

I'll become your prisoner. Please