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Boom!
Under the impact of the dragon tail, a nearby peak with a radius of over twenty meters abruptly turned into a sky full of stone dust, shattered beyond recognition.
The power of the first move of the Three Styles of Black Dragon Tyrant of Heaven, Black Dragon Tail Swing, was evident.
However, such a formidable might failed to draw even a bit of Ye Zhen's attention.
At that moment, Ye Zhen stood still, letting the stone dust fall and cover him in a layer of dust and dirt.
Yet, a hint of joy emerged on his face.
Hope!
Ye Zhen saw hope for his second innate bloodline that was akin to a lifeless object.
Just now, when Ye Zhen successfully unleashed the full-powered Black Dragon Tail Swing, the second black light innate bloodline within him—which was previously dominated by the luminescence from the Black Dragon's Left Eye—suddenly quivered oddly.
The moment was fleeting, almost in the blink of an eye.
But in that instant, Ye Zhen clearly felt it.