Whoosh!
A fist the size of a washbasin, carrying a shrill sound of tearing through the air, smashed viciously toward Zhu Hong's bloated, enormous belly.
Zhu Hong's pupils shrank to pinpoints in that instant.
His innate divine ability was all concentrated in that belly. If it were blasted apart, his innate divine ability would be completely crippled.
But what made it fatal was that his innate divine ability had just devoured far too much power at once. His opponent was a Dao Realm expert, while Zhu Hong was merely at the peak of the sixth level of the Mystic Palace Realm.
The gap between them was anything but small.
Amid a savage laugh, just as Zhu Hong thought death was certain, a thunderous explosion that nearly deafened the ears resounded.
A streak of violet thunderlight, like a straight purple lightning spear, stabbed viciously into that washbasin-sized fist before the Bear Clan Dao Realm brute's punch could strike Zhu Hong's belly.
As the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning crackled and sizzled, Ye Zhen flashed forward. With a light lift, he hauled Zhu Hong, who had devoured too much power, behind him.
The Bear Clan Dao Realm brute involuntarily let out a muffled groan. His iron fist, which had been thrown forward, looked as though it had been plunged into a vat of boiling oil, turning charred black.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder was inherently the bane of the Demon Race, especially when they were completely unprepared.
It was only because the Bear Clan was naturally thick-skinned and tough-fleshed that this single blow had not crippled one of the Bear Clan brute's hands.
"Are you all right?" Ye Zhen turned back to look at Zhu Hong.
In that brief instant, Zhu Hong had already recovered enough to move. "I'm fine now."
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