Journey to the Mysterious Sea

After Madam Feng said those words with a firm look in her eyes, it seemed as if there was a blazing fire burning in her eyes, hot and bright, as dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky, which shocked people. Her eyes revealed a fearless courage and firm belief, a power that came from the depths of her soul, as if no power could stop her determination. The fire in her eyes seemed to be able to burn all obstacles to ashes, and its strong light made people dare not look directly at it, as if they would be burned by the heat if they looked at it for a second longer.

Her figure was like lightning, and she suddenly leaped up, her posture was agile, like an agile cheetah. Her movements were smooth and fast, her muscles were tight and full of strength, and each muscle burst out with amazing energy in an instant. At the moment of jumping up, her figure seemed to merge with the air, and she rushed forward with a fierce momentum. In a flash, she arrived on the high platform like a flash of lightning, her posture was upright and majestic. She stood on the high platform, like a king, overlooking everything below, and the majestic aura was like an invisible pressure, which made people involuntarily feel awe.

She tightly grasped the sword in her hand. In the dim light, the sword shone with a cold light, like a cold moon in the night sky, exuding a chilling aura, as if it contained endless power. The lines on the hilt were clearly visible, and those lines were intricate, like ancient totems, as if telling the extraordinary origin of the sword. Each line seemed to contain an ancient story, which might be a heroic legend or a tragic war, making people want to immerse themselves in it and explore the mystery.

When Pangolin heard this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the ferocity in his eyes seemed to be able to devour people in an instant. His eyes were full of anger and hatred, a kind of resentment that went deep into his bones, as if Madam Feng in front of him was his mortal enemy. He pulled out the meteor hammer on his back without hesitation. The meteor hammer was heavy and huge, and the handle was inlaid with mysterious runes. Those runes flashed with strange light, like the eyes of the devil in the dark, giving people a mysterious and terrifying feeling. The spikes on the hammer looked particularly hideous in the weak light, as if they were the devil's thorns from hell, exuding the breath of death, which made people shudder.

He shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, resounding through the sky, as if to shake the world. His voice was full of power and anger, and that anger was like a volcano about to erupt, as if to shatter the whole world. He swung the meteor hammer vigorously, and the meteor hammer drew an arc in the air, with a whistling sound, like the judgment of the end of the world, smashing towards Madam Feng. The meteor hammer was like a falling star, carrying a breath of destruction, as if to destroy everything in the world. It was extremely fast and powerful, making it impossible for people to dodge, as if it was the wheel of fate, crushing over mercilessly.

The meteor hammer and the sword in Madam Feng's hand collided fiercely, making a dull roar, as if it was the roar between heaven and earth. The sound was deafening, like a thousand horses galloping, making people's ears buzz, as if their souls were trembling in this loud noise. In an instant, the meteor hammer and the sword collided violently, creating a series of dazzling sparks, and the light was like a gorgeous firework, illuminating the entire venue. The sparks flew, as bright as stars, illuminating everything around like daylight. The beautiful and dazzling light made people marvel, but at the same time, it also made people feel the fierceness and cruelty of this battle, as if it was a life-and-death contest with no retreat.

Under this bright light, people discovered that a group of people wearing solid armor stood quietly at the edge of the tower. They were all tall and straight, standing like mountains. Their firm posture seemed to be the pillars of the earth, carrying endless power. Their armor shone with a metallic luster under the light of the fire, which looked particularly majestic. The luster was cold and hard, as if it was a thousand-year-old glacier, able to withstand all attacks. They crossed their arms and had a cold smile on their faces. The smile revealed a disdainful look, as if they were watching an insignificant farce with cold eyes. There was no emotion in their eyes, just quietly watching the fierce battle between Madam Feng and Pangolin that was about to break out, as if this battle had nothing to do with them. They were like a group of bystanders, just waiting for the result of this battle, just like waiting for a storm to stop.

Without stopping, Pangolin swung the powerful meteor hammer in his hand again, attacking Madam Feng like a violent storm. His movements were swift and powerful, and the meteor hammer danced in the air, forming a series of phantoms that dazzled people. The speed of the meteor hammer was getting faster and faster, and the power was getting stronger and stronger, like a surging wave, trying to defeat Madam Feng completely. Every swing was accompanied by a breath of destruction, making people feel his inner anger and determination.

Madam Feng was not afraid at all. She held the sword in her hand across her eyes, her eyes revealing a firm determination. There was no retreat or fear in her eyes, only firm belief and fearless courage, which was a persistent pursuit of victory. She tried to resist the fierce attack, and the sword trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, as if shouting for the upcoming fierce collision. The buzzing sound was full of strength and determination, and people could feel her unyielding spirit, as if it was a battle song on the battlefield, inspiring her to move forward courageously.

However, the power of the meteor hammer was too strong, and Mrs. Feng was instantly knocked away by the huge impact. Her body drew an arc in the air, like a kite with a broken string, floating weakly. Then she fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound, and the dust on the ground flew up, forming a hazy smoke. She stepped back several steps before she barely stabilized her body. But there was still no retreat or fear in her eyes, only firm belief and unyielding spirit, that was a determination to never give up, which made people admire her.

But Madam Feng did not fall down. She quickly stabilized her body, raised her head, and stared at the pangolin in front of her with a look of unyielding fire. The corners of her mouth slowly drew a smile with a bit of sarcasm, and the smile revealed a contemptuous look, as if she was mocking the pangolin's arrogance. She slowly said: "This is the strength that a peerless scumbag should have. If your strength does not allow you to be such a scumbag, you would have been beaten to death by others. Now your strength is just right to maintain your scumbag image! Today, I will beat you to death with this image!" Her words were full of firmness and determination, and her voice was loud and reverberated throughout the venue like a bell, as if the victory of this battle was already in her control. Her voice was full of confidence and strength, which moved people, as if her words were the truth and a declaration of victory.