After two consecutive successful spear strikes, Lin Zhen immediately got into the state, continuously attacking with his spear and starting a counteroffensive against the oncoming waves.
With each wave crashing down, his long spear rose to meet it, each strike was like a waterfall, endless – this was Long River!
The rumbling sound was unending. After thirty consecutive attacks, the river behind Lin Zhen was nearing depletion, revealing the riverbed and trees. The shore was covered in water, accumulated from the splashes of the waves.
"Shua!"
Lin Zhen stood with his spear pulled back, and the locked torrent was finally released, re-filling the riverbed. The water level slowly recovered.
Lin Zhen's chest heaved, the excitement in his eyes gleaming.