Salute To The General

Chapter 3541 Both Revealing Their Combat Forms

Amidst the mountainous forest, the battle between Nathan and Cassandra reached its zenith.

In her combat form, Cassandra unleashed explosive power.

Relentlessly, she employed her signature technique, the Micro-Wormhole Sword Art.

This time, she did not hold back.

Every time she crossed swords with Nathan, a small black vortex would appear before her, into which she would vanish.

The next moment, new whirlpools, small and black, would appear all around him.

Cassandra would emerge noiselessly from a new vortex every time, attacking Nathan from the most unexpected angles.

As her battle with him dragged on, there were hundreds of these small black whirlpools, densely packed and scattered everywhere, resembling countless caves. Cassandra could freely teleport between these wormholes, appearing and disappearing at will.

Taking advantage of the portals, she launched a tempestuous attack on her adversary.

Nathan quickly lost his patience with Cassandra, who was constantly buzzing around him like a fly, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. "Enough of your little tricks!" he said coldly.

Following the proclamation, he raised the Unsullied high above his head. The blade hummed, emitting a sound akin to the buzz of a mosquito. Immediately after, he brought it across in a brutal horizontal slash.

with deceptive speed, and the humming of its blade, initially a mosquito's buzz, grew steadily more deafening. As it neared the end of its locus,

was one

Mosquito Thunder!

an instant, the surrounding black mini whirlpools-the tiny wormholes were immediately destabilized by the radiance

the wormholes

had been relying on the wormholes to move unpredictably, was forced to reveal herself after Nathan's blade

lunged fiercely toward Nathan, her sword slashing toward his

raised a hand

clashed with Cassandra's lightsword like two bolts of lightning striking each other, causing the sound of thunder to erupt across

Boom!

It shook the earth.

Cassandra's lightsword shattered instantly into countless dazzling fragments and scattered all over

With a harrowing scream,

spewed out a mouthful of blue blood. Like a butterfly with broken

backward before crashin

the ground, barely clinging to

wounded Cassandra and almost claimed her

too, staggered back several steps, leaving two deep imprints in the hard ground before finally managing to steady himself. The corner of his mouth bore a trickle of

the Gods' elites, he had paid a price for it by enduring some

As a result, he was even more shocked and angry when he regained his composure. He also blamed himself for