This spear technique changes just like its name, capable of making the sea tremble even across a high mountain.
"Buzz buzz—"
The air trembled violently, as if an invisible force was converging at this moment.
Ye Wanlan raised her hand, the wrist bones twisting, and thrust the spear out!
There were no tricks, it was simple and direct, yet the attack was immensely powerful.
"Boom!"
The sound of an explosion came from behind the water curtain, and Dylan staggered back a few steps, uncontrolled, he sat down on the ground.
The water curtain still surrounded him, forming a soft barrier.
This kind of barrier, as long as it was a physical attack, could never be penetrated.
For the softness of water can overcome the hardness of any matter.
Yet blood flowed from Dylan's palm, dripping to the ground.
And this blood was not crimson but deep blue, like the deepest part of the sea, tranquil and profound.
The deep blue blood was also a symbol of the noble status of the Atlantians.
