Salute To The General

Chapter 3539 The Sword Art Of Micro Wormhole

Surrounding them, more and more God Warriors arrived. Just as Cassandra had said, there were over a thousand God Warriors, and they formed an impenetrable circle around the scene. Nathan and Cassandra were like two wrestlers trapped in the very center of the arena. Until a victor is decided, neither of them could escape the "wrestling ring."

Even so, Alden was standing with his arms crossed and squinting, personally providing cover for Cassandra.

Without a doubt, even though it was Cassandra who was challenging Nathan to a duel now, Alden would definitely not stand by and do nothing if Cassandra was in danger. Actually, before more God Warriors arrived, Nathan could have forcefully broken through.

He stayed behind and tangled with those Gods only because he was worried that Colin had not escaped yet. It was also to buy time for Colin to flee.

Cassandra halted five meters away from Nathan. She gripped her lightsword and stood gallantly to confront him.

Cassandra said coldly, "The strongest God of War in the world, draw your sword. Let me see just how powerful the human who was able to kill Revent and Gryffen truly is." Nathan calmly said, "As you wish!"

After saying that, he drew The Unsullied slowly from his waist. The blade quivered slightly as it was unsheathed and emitted a sound akin to a dragon's roar. The sword's aura was frosty as it swept across the entire field.

All the Gods present felt a sudden drop in the air temperature as if they had instantly transitioned from summer to winter. Their hands and feet turned icy cold.

Everyone was shocked once again.

Nathan was the perfect fusion of an earthling and the Divine Realm vampire. The murderous intent he exuded was truly overwhelming.

For the first time, a serious look appeared in his

how many God Warriors would have to be sacrificed to finally slay Nathan! Nathan drew his battle sword with the tip slanting toward

cold tone, Cassandra

her lips, her figure had already vanished

left. A graceful figure

appeared beside Nathan like

in her hand transforming into a cold. gleam. With lightning speed, she aimed for the aorta at the side of

sword struck like a startling thunderbolt, and its

sword were to sever Nathan's aorta, Nathan probably would not survive even if he was an

as fast as a laser. It looked like it

the nick of time, Nathan leaned back ever so slightly with remarkable

thought that even if her sword strike could not kill

her surprise, at the critical

confident strike missed

moment her sword pierced the air, her body

again, ripples appeared in the air behind Nathan. Like a phantom traversing through time, Cassandra reappeared behind him and thrust

though they possessed

of martial strength. They often preferred to slay their enemies with lightswords and took great