Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In that vast world where the wind and clouds were surging and the sky and earth were changing colors, Emperor Lin Ling was like an invincible god of war, standing proudly between heaven and earth. The momentum around him was as majestic as the sea, surging, and the vast power seemed to be able to shake the entire universe. His majestic figure was like a towering mountain, towering into the clouds, standing between heaven and earth, exuding unparalleled majesty, which was daunting. His deep eyes revealed a domineering aura that dominated everything, as if everything in the world was under his control. Wherever his eyes reached, everything trembled, as if even the air was frozen.

Suddenly, a force that could destroy the heavens and the earth erupted from his body like a volcano. Countless golden fists, as dazzling as meteor showers, carried endless might and roared out with overwhelming force, heading straight for the vast sky. The light of the fists was dazzling and brilliant, like a blazing sun in the sky. The blazing light seemed to completely dispel all the darkness in the world and illuminate the whole world like daylight. Each fist contained terrifying power. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. The sound was like countless mad dragons roaring, shaking the whole world and changing the color of the wind and clouds. The strong wind brought by the fists was as violent as a raging wind, blowing the surrounding sand and stones into the air and swaying the trees, as if the whole world was trembling under this powerful force.

At the same time, the Red Dragon Emperor's face was as solemn as frost, and his eyes revealed a hint of determination. His hands danced quickly, his movements were smooth and powerful, like a nimble snake, and every movement contained mysterious power. Mysterious runes flickered on his fingertips, and mysterious lights intertwined together. Gradually, an indestructible golden wall slowly took shape in front of him. This wall exuded a mysterious and ancient light, like a barrier protecting the world, thick and solid. The light seemed to contain endless power, trying to resist the golden fist that was surging like a tide. The runes on the wall flickered with strange light, as if telling an ancient legend. Each rune contained powerful power, making this wall even more indestructible, like an unbreakable line of defense. The light of the runes reflected on the face of the Red Dragon Emperor, making his face look more resolute.

When the two collided violently, the entire space trembled violently, as if it could not withstand this powerful force. The surrounding air suddenly became extremely hot, as if it was about to burn, and the space seemed to show signs of distortion. The distorted space seemed to be a strange picture, showing the horror of this powerful force. The Red Dragon Emperor gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed, and struggled to resist the powerful attack of the Lin Ling Emperor. His body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down like raindrops, dripping on the ground, splashing tiny water flowers. Every drop of sweat seemed to be a manifestation of his tenacious will. Despite facing huge pressure, he still did not give up resistance. There was an unyielding flame burning in his eyes, and that flame seemed to be able to burn away all difficulties and obstacles. The firm eyes seemed to declare his unyielding to the world. His breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to be in great pain, but he still persisted tenaciously.

At this tense moment, Emperor Lin Ling disappeared like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the Red Dragon Emperor like a ghost. His eyes revealed an extremely cold killing intent, which was so cold that it made people shudder, as if it could freeze people's souls. His figure was like a shadow in the dark, unpredictable, but full of deadly threats. Without hesitation, he threw a punch with endless power, which seemed to tear the void. With an indomitable momentum, it went straight through the chest of the Red Dragon Emperor. The speed and power of the fist made it impossible to dodge. A dull sound came from the air, as if the space was torn apart.

The Red Dragon Emperor suffered such a severe blow that blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, drawing a sad and beautiful arc in the air. The blood was like a blooming red lotus, sad and tragic, dyeing a large area of ​​the ground red. The shocking red color was frightening, as if telling the cruelty of this battle. The body of the Red Dragon Emperor was shaky, his face turned pale as paper, but his eyes were still burning with an unyielding flame. His eyes were full of pain and unwillingness, but more of it was firmness and unyielding. He seemed to use his eyes to tell Emperor Lin Ling that he would not be easily defeated. Although his body suffered a severe blow, his spirit was still standing. His clothes fluttered in the wind, covered with blood, and looked particularly miserable.

However, the Red Dragon Emperor did not give in. Although his body had been severely injured, his eyes were still full of determination and unyielding. He shouted with his last strength: "I am just a substitute. My real body has always been in the Red Dragon Empire. Lin Ling, wait for me, I will definitely take revenge! As long as I am alive, even for just one day, I will think about revenge; as long as I live for a lifetime, I will think about revenge for the rest of my life!" His voice was full of unwillingness and anger. The sound seemed to be a roar from the depths of hell, with endless resentment and determination, shaking the hearts of everyone present. Every word seemed like a heavy bomb, setting off a storm in people's hearts. His voice echoed in the wilderness for a long time. The voice seemed to be a symbol of his unyielding will, inspiring everyone who heard it. His voice trembled a little because of the pain, but it was still full of strength.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Lin Ling showed a disdainful smile on his face, which was full of contempt and ridicule. There was a hint of indifference in his eyes, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant. He said lightly: "If you dare to take revenge, just come, I'm always here to accompany you." After saying this, he looked at the collapsed golden wall indifferently, without the slightest ripple in his eyes. The collapsed wall, which was once the defense of the Red Dragon Emperor, has now turned into a ruin. The stones on the ruins are scattered all over the ground, some are broken, and some still maintain their original shape, as if they were witnesses of this battle. They lie there quietly, telling the cruelty of this fierce battle. There are still traces of battle on those stones, some are scorched by flames, and some are cracked by power, which looks particularly vicissitudes.

Then, he turned and ran out of the wilderness. His figure was like a flash of lightning, instantly disappearing in the afterglow of the setting sun. His figure, reflected by the afterglow, looked lonely and determined. His speed was as fast as the wind, and a cloud of dust was raised behind him. The dust filled the air, forming a yellow smoke, which gradually dissipated as he left, as if it was a trace of his departure. As he went away, his figure became smaller and smaller in people's sight, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a silent wilderness and the tense atmosphere that still permeated the air. The wilderness was in a mess, with broken trees and cracked land, as if it had experienced a doomsday catastrophe.