Before Zheyao Gorge, twelve terrifying streaks of sword light rose in succession from Treasure Lake. They not only blasted thousands of elite Water Clan warriors to death, but directly scattered the hundreds-meter-high waves raised by the Water Clan army.
When water could not advance, it receded.
The waves and currents raised by the tens of thousands of Water Clan vanguards had originally surged with the ferocity of a tiger. Now that the sword lights had scattered them, the waters dispersed in all directions, then rolled back upon themselves.
Countless Water Clan members riding the current were struck senseless by the backward-rolling waves, drifting along with the water in a muddle.
Now that the immense water force had dispersed, even though the Water Clan excelled at stirring wind and waves, it would still take them half a day to reorganize the waters and gather another hundred-meter wave to assault Zheyao Gorge.
The Water Clan's momentum stalled.
In the sky, Ao Bin, the Crown Prince of the Four Seas Dragon Court who had been leading many Dragon Race members in stirring the wind and waves, stood stunned for quite some time, yet did not dare charge forward.
Over the past few years, he had fought Ye Zhen again and again, losing battle after battle. His record of defeats could be called illustrious, but it had taught him one principle: in all things, tuck his head back first. Never charge too fiercely, lest he not even know how he died.
Only after Ao Bin had been defeated by Ye Zhen several times did he realize that, having grown up in the Four Seas Dragon Court amid a tide of flattery, he had underestimated the heroes of the world.
It was precisely this vigilance that let Ao Bin escape another calamity today.
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