A Bountiful Harvest

Water Manipulation Art was the Black-Armored Flood Dragon's innate divine ability. It could manipulate water currents or water-attributed spiritual energy to attack.

Overall, this was a very powerful innate divine ability wherever water was present.

But in an arid desert, this innate divine ability would become utterly useless.

Watching water bullets assault him from all directions, Ye Yun's face was filled with gravity.

He swiftly mobilized the True Essence within his body. In an instant, he formed a True Essence barrier over the surface of his body.

At the same time, he poured part of his True Essence into the Heavy Mountain Armor, pushing its power to the limit.

After doing all this, Ye Yun clenched his fists and threw punch after punch at the incoming water bullets.

As his True Essence surged outward, icy-blue fist imprints formed one after another and collided with the water bullets.

Bang! Bang, bang!

In an instant, deafening collisions rang out throughout the valley, kicking up waves of dust.

This wave of attacks lasted several full minutes before it finally ended.

When the dust waves in the air dispersed, Ye Yun's figure gradually emerged.

At this moment, his clothes were torn to shreds, and the spiritual glow of the Heavy Mountain Armor had dimmed.

Compared to how he had looked before, he was practically a different person.

"Cough... cough, cough. I still managed to block it."

As he spoke, a trickle of blood slowly slid from the corner of Ye Yun's mouth.

Although blocking that wave of attacks had left him seriously injured,

being able to withstand it successfully was already an excellent outcome.

Ye Yun looked toward the distant Black-Armored Flood Dragon.

The Black-Armored Flood Dragon, once imposing and domineering, now looked utterly exhausted.

The moment he saw this, Ye Yun instantly understood