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

was imminent between the two

as they launched volley after volley of attacks against

a state of disarray. They fought unsystematically and

more than

Colin and the Elite Eight adopted the classical North

punch and

They relied completely on power

one, they were still being slaughtered

in a butcher shop. There was constant screaming and wailing as Bachok's men

and

of the bolder men holding a dagger tried to lunge at Nathan, who

aimed the knife

his leg and executed a high kick, striking his opponent right

like a ball being thrown and crashed straight

surface. The man then

streak of blood on

half of Bachok's men were already either

began to realize

the actual

imposters could be this

"They're not imposters!”

God of War's elite

"My God. They're frightening!"

surrender! I'll become your prisoner. Please just have mercy