Fishing Pirates: Black Goku of the Beasts

On the ruins of Marijoa, the holy land of the Celestial Dragons, an unprecedented epic is quietly unfolding, as if it is the ultimate showdown between nature and human fantasy. The setting sun pours down like molten gold, dyeing the sky a brilliant golden red, and under this splendor, five overlords from different fields are waging a fierce battle that is unprecedented in history with an almost god-like attitude.

The golden giant ape, with hair as bright as stars, each hair contains the power of the sun. It roars, clenches its fists, and every blow is accompanied by a thunderous roar, as if it can shake the mountains and rivers and make the earth tremble. Its eyes are burning with unyielding and wildness, which is the desire for freedom and the persistence of victory.

Not far away, a giant bird on fire flapped its wings and flew high. The edges of its wings were entangled with blazing flames, like the brightest meteor in the night sky, streaking across the sky. Its cry was sharp and piercing, and every dive was accompanied by a wild dance of flames, turning everything around it into ashes. This was not just a battle, but also a ritual of destruction and rebirth. The giant bird used its inextinguishable flames to swear to cleanse all the filth on this land.

The terrifying bull ghost, covered in black scales, with eyes flashing with dark green light, slowly moved its huge body on the ground, and each step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, causing the surrounding space to distort. Its horns were as sharp as swords, and a slight scratch could tear the space apart. Its mouth could even spew out suffocating poisonous mist, and wherever it passed, all living things would wither.

A centaur holding a sword stood proudly, his posture was upright, the sword shone like a dragon, and every swing of the sword was extremely precise, and the tip of the sword was indestructible. His eyes revealed an extraordinary calmness and wisdom, as if he had already seen through every detail of the battle, and was interpreting the rhythm and beauty of the battle in an almost artistic way.

Finally, there is the mountain-like wild boar, with a huge body, skin as rough as stone, and limbs as strong and powerful as ancient trees. It is silent, but its actions interpret the ultimate strength and tenacity. Whenever it charges, the earth trembles, as if even the sky is about to be torn apart by its momentum, revealing a huge hole, making people wonder whether this is a battlefield on earth or in hell.

Five overlords, five figures, interweaved a series of thrilling scenes in this wasteland baptized by war. Every collision and every confrontation between them was enough to make the world change color and the sun and moon lose their light.

The fierce battle lasted for half an hour, as if time was stretched infinitely, and every second carried the heaviness and intensity of a life-and-death contest. In the void torn apart by the aftermath of the battle, Rocky finally used a world-shaking stunt to knock down the four Five Elders - the four legendary guardians who stood firm and symbolized supreme authority - one by one.

Their figures, once the myths in the hearts of countless people, were now in a state of disgrace, with ragged clothes and an immortal aura surrounding them, which was the proof that they were special beings that transcended life and death. Even though their bodies had suffered unprecedented heavy injuries, their flesh and blood were blurred, and the sound of broken bones was endless, their eyes still flashed with unyielding and indifference, as if this mere pain was just a test on the road to becoming stronger.

The air was filled with a strong healing power, a miracle bestowed by the ancient blood flowing in their bodies. It was as if countless tiny life forms were crawling on their wounds, repairing every damage and every crack. As time passed, those shocking wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken bones were reconnected, restoring their former majesty and luster.

Rocky stood in the center of the battlefield, sweat and blood mixed together, soaking his clothes, but his eyes were more determined than ever. He knew that although the enemy in front of him seemed to have fallen, he was actually just dormant temporarily, waiting for the next more fierce attack. This was a battle without an end, a test of the limit of will and strength.

The wind seemed to have stopped all around, and even the air was filled with tension and anticipation. Rocky took a deep breath, and the power in his body seemed to be stimulated by this emotion, surging even more violently.

He knew that this was only a temporary relief, but it was enough to ignite a spark of hope in his heart. So he took a deep breath, and it seemed as if some kind of power in his body was completely awakened. His figure suddenly became illusory and ethereal, like the fastest meteor in the night sky, streaking through the sky. In an instant, he had crossed many obstacles and quietly and silently escaped into the ancient and mysterious tower.

Inside the ancient tower, there is a different world. What comes into view is a throne suspended in the void, emitting a faint blue light, as if it can swallow all the darkness around it, demonstrating supreme majesty and dignity. Under the throne, there is an exquisite carpet inlaid with countless tiny gems, each of which sparkles dazzlingly in the dim light, interweaving into a dazzling picture, which sets off the entire hall with both high-end and grandeur, like a palace in fairyland, which is breathtaking.

In this glorious scene, a figure stood quietly on one side of the throne, with his back to the entrance and his hands behind his back. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, leaving only a lonely and tall back that made it impossible to see his true appearance. This back seemed to contain endless stories and vicissitudes, and seemed ready to meet unknown challenges at any time. Its existence made this ancient tower even more mysterious and unpredictable.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and every breath seemed particularly clear. Rocky slowly walked into the solemn hall, his eyes involuntarily attracted by the back, and a complex emotion surged in his heart - curiosity, and a hint of indescribable expectation.

The figure was surrounded by a faint mist that seemed to be woven by ancient magic, appearing both mysterious and lonely.

"You are finally here. I have spent thousands of years weaving countless dreams just to meet you again at this moment." The mysterious figure finally spoke, his voice was low and long, like an echo from ancient times. It was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but it carried an indescribable vicissitude and deep affection. As the words fell, the air around them seemed to tremble, as if even time had slowed down at this moment.

Rocky walked in slowly. His eyes were cold as ice, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand shone coldly under the faint moonlight. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, making a crisp and firm sound. Facing the mysterious figure, the corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, but behind that smile was endless determination and murderous intent.

"Im, put away your ridiculous disguise. Today will end. Your era has long become a thing of the past, and your existence is nothing more than a mistake in this world." Although Rocky's voice was light, every word was like a hammer, knocking on every inch of space present, and seemed to be knocking on Im's seemingly indestructible mental defense.

Yim's body trembled slightly, but then he regained his indifference. "Rocky, you have never understood that what I pursue is not only survival, but also the exploration and transcendence of the essence of this world. However, since you are determined to embark on this road of no return, let us use this battle to prove who is the true master of destiny."

As Yim finished speaking, the mist around him suddenly surged violently, as if countless invisible hands were tearing the space apart. Rocky tightly grasped his sword, feeling a little nervous. His mind went blank about Yim!

Suddenly, Rocky felt a flash before his eyes, as if he was suddenly dragged into a completely different world by an invisible force. The surroundings were no longer the familiar hustle and bustle and colorful, but instead, a vast, boundless, and extremely pure white space. This white was unlike any other color in the mortal world. It was pure and cold, as if it could swallow up all impurities, and made people's hearts tremble involuntarily in this tranquility.

There was no trace of wind in the air, not even the slightest sound. Even his own breathing seemed unusually clear and lonely. Rocky looked around. It was nothing but white. Even the boundary between the sky and the ground was blurred. The whole world seemed to be fused into one by a mysterious force. It was both empty and depressing.

An indescribable shock and uneasiness surged in his heart. This sudden change made him quickly realize that he must have been caught in some advanced illusion. This realization was like ice piercing his bones, making him shudder. At the same time, he also felt unprecedented awe for the person who performed this magic - Yim.

"Imu's methods are indeed extraordinary!" Rocky secretly marveled in his heart. He knew very well that to be able to bring him into such a world constructed entirely of illusions so quietly, he had to have an extremely accurate grasp of people's hearts. Today, Imu finally let him witness his terrifying strength and unfathomable wisdom.

However, Rocky was not someone who would give in easily. He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the waves in his heart and return his mind to the calmest state. In this pure white, he seemed to be the only existence, silently fighting against the whole world.

"No matter how powerful the illusion is, there will always be flaws." Rocky muttered in his heart, and began to mobilize the remaining strength in his body, trying to find a trace of abnormality in this pure white space, a clue that could allow him to break out of the situation. Every breath he took was accompanied by a desire for freedom, and every heartbeat was filled with a firm belief in victory.

Just when Rocky was about to give up and thought he would be trapped in this pure white purgatory forever, he suddenly felt a subtle change. It was an indescribable fluctuation, as if it came from the depths of this space, and it seemed to come from some kind of resonance deep in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was an unprecedented light in his eyes, as if he had seen the dawn.

"It's here!" Rocky roared. All the strength in his body gathered to the extreme at this moment. He rushed forward suddenly, rushing towards the direction where the wave came from.

In the endless pure white world, Rocky was like a lone boat drifting in the boundless snow sea, with every step he took on the edge of nothingness and despair. All around, the dazzling white seemed to swallow up all colors, and even the air solidified into a depressing silence. However, in this abyss of despair, a subtle change that was not easily noticed quietly emerged, like the brightest star in the night sky, lighting up the fire of hope in Rocky's heart.