When Lin Zhen stood with his spear in hand, the scene fell deathly silent.
Lin Zhen's divine power far surpassed everyone present. Even General's divine power was absolutely inferior to Lin Zhen's. There was no need for specific numerical comparisons; just watching Lin Zhen reap Quasi-Dominators' lives like cutting grass was enough to make it clear.
Perhaps General could contend with Lin Zhen by relying on a Dominator Combat Skill, but if Lin Zhen also used a Dominator Combat Skill, General's chances would be slim.
But General had already drawn his Fangtian Halberd. The arrow was on the string; he had no choice but to fire.
He could not accept being disarmed without even making a single move.
"Lin Zhen, don't think you can run wild just because you know a Dominator Combat Skill! This kind of combat skill cannot be mastered in a day or two. How old are you? How much cultivation could you possibly have? Today, I'll teach you a lesson!"
General shook the halberd in his hand, took a quick step forward, and arrived before Lin Zhen, thrusting fiercely.
This thrust was incomparably mighty!
Space locked down and energy surged. The people around them could not help retreating, not daring to look directly at it.
Before a Dominator Combat Skill, the combat skills of Quasi-Dominators were greatly diminished. They simply were not techniques of the same level.
Facing such an attack, the other Quasi-Dominators all considered countermeasures, wondering how they would respond if they stood in Lin Zhen's position.
But no matter how they thought it through, they reached only one conclusion: it would be difficult to resist!
Lin Zhen surely would not find it easy to block either. General did not dare claim certain victory, but with this strike alone, he would not lose.
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