Zhao Lin was sent flying by the aftershock of the Thousand-Layer Water Spears. He collapsed weakly onto the seabed, his face ashen and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Although he had recalled his clone at the last moment, he still failed to evade the mechanism's attack.
When a clone suffered heavy damage, the main body had to bear the backlash as well.
Zhao Lin's head felt like it was about to split open, as if struck by lightning. An agonizing pain, like being cut by a thousand knives, wracked his entire body.
After a moment, the Essence Soul of the Pipa Catfish released a white mist. His wounds began to mend, and the pain started to subside.
He struggled to sit up and found himself in a sandy crater, surrounded by the corpses of fish and shrimp.
'I can't stay here long. If I run into anyone from the Earth Dark Sect, I don't have the strength for another fight.'
