Salute To The General

Chapter 3352 Road To Hell

Catching sight of the brutally killed vampires from the corner of his eye, Nathan snorted disdainfully, "Ridiculous!" Then, he suddenly exerted force with his left hand.

Swoosh!

The black vortex before his palm suddenly increased its suction force, pulling Herod toward it with irresistible strength.

Seizing the moment, Nathan stepped forward. With his left hand, he gripped Herod's throat tightly while swinging his right fist at the latter's face, delivering a flurry of punches. Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every punch from Nathan was filled with all his might, striking Herod's face like a giant axe chopping wood and a big hammer smashing stone.

Even though Herod was known as the strongest creature on Earth, after taking a beating from Nathan, he became severely wounded, and his face was covered in blood. "Ah!" Herod roared angrily in pain, fiercely kicking Nathan in the chest and taking the opportunity to retreat several meters in haste.

He steadied himself, raising a hand to touch his face, only to find it smeared with fresh blood.

Fury! Overwhelming rage surged within him.

His body trembling as he seethed in anger.

He couldn't even remember the last time he had taken a beating, as something like that had happened ages ago.

beaten up so badly

Sword!" In a fit of rage, Herod

raised his right hand while letting out a hysteric

earth began to shake, and astonishingly, the branches and pebbles on the

as soon as she witnessed

rooted to their spots, not understanding what

quickly realized

three thousand meters under the sea as the pressure around them seemed to have increased by hundreds, if not thousands, folds. Max and his King-Class vampires were fine, using the power within them to

vampire warriors

figures of many vampire warriors on the scene began to become twisted, and in the end, their bodies burst into a mist of

in the raised right hand of Herod. The mist transformed into blood water, which quickly solidified,

Bang! Bang! Bang!

the resulting blood mist flew toward Herod's hand. Max and several of the vampire elites couldn't hold on any longer, and they quickly retreated to a safe

in Herod's hand. Enraged, Herod wasted no more breath talking to Nathan. He

sound, he drew The Unsullied from his waist, ready to face the

seventy-two strikes in a single breath, each carrying a destructive

steps before successfully fending off

to counterattack, and his first move was his

taken

voice. Before he could react, the latter's blade, gleaming and carrying an overwhelming momentum, was