Chapter 545 Meet Your End

• In the eyes of the fake God of War, Harold's attack was no mere palm strike. As his hand descended, it felt like the entire sky was pressing down with it, crushing the imposter's chest and making him struggle to breathe.
• He couldn't even muster the courage to resist Harold's attack. A sense of impending doom cloaked his entire being.
• “Ah!” the fake God of War roared in rage, only to realize that he was missing something on his face.