Salute To The General

The colossal figure, with its massive six golden wings, exuded an extraordinary aura of dominance!

On the battlefield, the Gods' soldiers gazed at the majestic figure of Medille and couldn't help but let out a cheer that echoed like a stormy sea.

Throughout, Medille's gaze never once left Nathan.

He furrowed his brows, looking at Nathan, and slowly said, "Eight wings! I initially thought the information I received earlier was incorrect, but it turns out it's actually true. You're actually an Eight-Winged!" Nathan said calmly, "It's not too late to submit and pledge your loyalty now."

With a cold tone, Medille said, "I'm curious to see just how powerful you can be with your eight wings."

After he said that, his six golden wings began to flutter.

With a flap of his golden wings, he conjured several tornadoes. Like a jet, he ascended into the mid-air. Following that was a dive. He swooped toward Nathan, the greatsword in hand ruthlessly slashing down. Nathan held his sword horizontally in his hand.

Clang!

He blocked Medille's greatsword.

The ground beneath suddenly crumpled with a thunderous crash.

Nathan was now half-buried in the ground.

But in the next moment, Nathan exerted his strength.

Boom!

A thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth sounded.

Not only did Nathan knock Medille back, but he himself also soared like an eagle taking flight from the ground.

Medille was sent flying by Nathan, but with his six wings flapping wildly behind him, he quickly managed to stabilize himself. Then, with a whoosh, he once again charged toward Nathan. Unwilling to be outdone, Nathan raised his sword and prepared for battle.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the sky.

In an instant, the sky was filled with flashes of blades colliding!

The figures of the two individuals flickered and shifted, their weapons clashing continuously. A series of thunderous explosions echoed through the sky.

The sight sent shivers down the spines of the God Warriors and the Earth Alliance on the ground.

This was a contest between gods.

Before long, Nathan had already exchanged two hundred moves with Medille.

Boom!

Once again, it was a clash of swords.

Nathan and Medille were both pushed back at the same time. Only then did they separate.

Nathan had several shallow wounds on his body.

Meanwhile, Medille had a distinct sword wound on his chest, which seemed a bit more serious than Nathan's wounds.

Of course, for the two of them, such wounds were merely superficial.

At this moment, Nathan's eyes were sharp, his fighting spirit burning brightly.

He looked at Medille, who was slightly panting and had some sweat on his forehead, and slowly said, "Medifle, you may have once been the King of the Universe, but now it's clear that you've aged."

I've aged!

Medille's face dramatically changed, his eyes filled with anger and defiance.

Although the tough battle he had just fought made him subtly realize that his physical strength didn't seem as great as it was at his peak, he felt that this was probably a result of his privileged life.

But now, suddenly hearing Nathan say that he had aged, he was first shocked before feeling defiant.

Everyone wanted to live longer, but no one wanted to grow old.

No king would ever willingly embrace aging.

Medille was the same.

Nathan's words hit his sensitive spot.

He said angrily, "I've aged? I want you to take a good look and see if I really have aged!"

His aura surged once again, his body erupting in golden flames as he entered rampage mode. Whoosh!

Once again, he charged toward

Nathan, his greatsword in hand,

stirring up a colossal wave of

energy as he slashed at NathWord

The power of this sword strike was immeasurably greater than before.

Nathan said coldly, "So you're bringing out your best, huh? Let's settle this once and for all then!"

After saying that, he didn't dodge the attack and faced it head-on.

Boom!novelbin

Nathan raised his sword, blocking Medille's furious strike.

But Medille's actions were relentless. As soon as one of his strikes was blocked, he immediately slashed down with the next. Boom! Boom! Boom!

Nathan parried Medille's seventeen strikes in succession, and with each clash, the sky resounded with seventeen peals of thunder. With every sword strike from Medille, Nathan's body would shudder.

After he finished receiving Medille's seventeen strikes, the hand he used to grip his blade was already bleeding from the blows. Even the corner of his mouth was stained with a trace of blood.

It was apparent that the mighty Nathan was injured after forcibly taking on Medille's seventeen strikes.