Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3349

After saying that, Herod appeared in front of Nathan in a flash, launching an even more frenzied attack against the latter.

This time, Nathan did not just take the hits passively. Instead, he countered the moves and engaged in a fight with his opponent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two figures were constantly flickering and shifting, their fists and feet continuously colliding, creating a thunderous sound that echoed endlessly in the surroundings.

The items within the palace suffered even more, left in a state of utter disarray from the shockwaves produced by the duo's intense battle.

Even the walls and pillars were damaged by the two.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves.

Suddenly, Nathan found a tiny flaw in Herod's move. The former launched a kick and fiercely struck Herod's chest.

Bang!

Like a sandbag, Herod was kicked into the air by Nathan, crashing into a wall.

Nathan did not seize the opportunity to press his advantage. Instead, he said coldly, “I told you, you're old. This world no longer belongs to you. You shouldn't have come out to cause trouble, only to end up in a pitiful state in your old age.”

No sooner after Nathan's words had fallen, a deafening sound resounded in the air. Boom!

A powerful gust of energy erupted from the spot where Herod had fallen.

In an instant, the entire palace seemed to be hit by an earthquake, shaking violently before it collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Max and the other vampires wore expressions of shock. They had not expected Nathan's fight with the Patriarch to actually cause the palace to collapse.

They hastily retreated, then looked on in astonishment at the scene enveloped in a cloud of dust.

It did not take long for the dust to settle.

Before everyone's eyes lay ruins and rubble, the ground strewn with chaos.

Amidst the ruins, under the sky illuminated by countless streaks of lightning, two figures stood facing each other.

The one with the upright figure is Nathan.

Across from Nathan, stood a towering figure of two hundred and twenty centimeters tall, a formidable and imposing presence—Herod.

At that moment, Herod had, surprisingly, already assumed his battle stance.

Helen stood unobtrusively in an inconspicuous corner, gazing indifferently at Nathan and Herod in the distant ruins.

Helen murmured softly, “Nathan, oh, Nathan. They say you're the chosen one, so don't let me down!”

While Herod stood in the ruins of the palace, he stared coldly at Nathan, his eyes glowing with a fierce crimson shade. He spoke slowly, “Nathan, you give me no choice. The fact that you've managed to make me reveal my battle form means you've already met a worthy end.”

With great interest, Nathan eyed the creature before him, who claimed to be the strongest on Earth. He smiled half-heartedly and said, “Is that so?”

Herod's face darkened. He raised his hand and grabbed at the void. “Die!”

Whoosh!

The wind roared like a drum.

A gigantic demon hand materialized out of thin air in front of Nathan, reaching out to grab him with a fierce intensity.

Nathan reacted with lightning speed, his legs slightly bent. In an instant, with a booming sound, he leaped backward by more than ten meters.

The gigantic demon hand caught nothing but air.

Instead, several deep marks were forcibly scratched into the ground where Nathan had just been standing.