Bang!
The sudden massive foot collided violently with the Golden Dragon Spear.
How could flesh and blood possibly contend against a Weapon of Slaughter whose power rivaled that of a low-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure? There could only be one outcome.
Yet, before Dragon Lord Ao Ze of the North Sea's ghost-struck eyes, a second outcome appeared!
The Golden Dragon Spear, which had been certain to kill Ye Zhen, was kicked flying backward.
Only then did Ao Ze suddenly realize that the foot which had shot out so abruptly carried a hint of the Dao.
The Mystic Gate Clone's right foot kicked away the Golden Dragon Spear, saving Ye Zhen from certain death. The instant delight flashed through Ye Zhen's eyes, that newly appeared right foot of the Mystic Gate Clone did not stop. It followed through with a stomp upon the ground.
In an instant, the waters, viscous as though they were one solid whole, seemed to have been struck by a colossal hammer, and cracks spread through them!
It was like a single seamless cage suddenly developing countless gaps.
A Yuan, the Xiantian Spiritual Treasure Twelve Yuan Chen Celestial Treasure Beads that had been unable to find a way in, immediately seized the chance to enter.
Under Dragon Lord Ao Ze of the North Sea's utterly shocked gaze, Ye Zhen's figure abruptly vanished into thin air.
Yet Dragon Lord Ao Ze of the North Sea had no intention of letting Ye Zhen off.
If he missed today, killing Ye Zhen later would become difficult.
Moreover, in today's situation, only by killing Ye Zhen could the North Sea Aquatic Race rally again, storm the land, and make up for its losses.
Otherwise, after this battle, the entire North Sea Aquatic Race would likely wither away completely.
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