Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the battlefield, the sun was high in the sky, and the blazing sunlight was like countless sharp and ruthless swords, fiercely shooting down. The strong light pierced every inch of space recklessly, as if it wanted to ruthlessly penetrate everything in the world. The dazzling light was so sharp that it hurt people's eyes, as if it was going to burn the retina to ashes, making it almost impossible for people's eyes to bear this strong stimulation, as if they would be completely swallowed by the light in the next second, and it would be difficult to open their eyes.

Guang Shichen stared at the soldier in front of him expressionlessly. His eyes were as cold as frost, and the bone-chilling coldness seemed to penetrate a person's bones and reach the depths of his soul. It was as if the air around him was instantly frozen under the cover of this coldness, which made people shudder. He slowly said, "You are doomed to lose. I can let you leave. Go now." His voice was as plain as water, but it seemed to contain endless power. The voice was steady and powerful, with an irresistible majesty, like a bottomless, insurmountable chasm between the two of them, making it impossible for people to cross.

After hearing this, the soldier's body trembled violently involuntarily, and the amplitude of the trembling was so great that it seemed like a leaf swaying in the autumn wind, which seemed to be blown down and broken into pieces at any time. His eyes were full of despair and helplessness, a kind of despair that penetrated deep into the soul, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment, which made people feel pity. He looked around desperately, and the smoke on the battlefield spread out, like a thick curtain, tightly covering the whole world, making it impossible to escape. The devastated scene was shocking, and the breath of death was filled among the ruins. The breath was cold and oppressive, as if it would take away people's breath. And his eyes finally fell on the cold corpses at his feet. Those comrades who had fought side by side with him have now become lifeless bodies, lying quietly on this land soaked in blood. He gritted his teeth and bent down with difficulty. The movement seemed to carry a heavy weight, and every subtle movement seemed extremely difficult. He took off the armor from the corpse piece by piece with great effort and held it tightly in his arms. The armor still had traces of his comrade's blood and warmth on it, and the warm touch made him feel an endless grief and indignation. It was hatred for war, unwillingness to accept fate, and deep longing for his lost comrades. The grief and indignation was like a surging tide, constantly rolling in his heart and hitting his soul.

Then, he let out a roar filled with grief and indignation, the sound seemed to break through the sky and resounded throughout the battlefield. This roar contained his unwillingness to accept his fate, his anger towards the enemy, and his longing for his comrades. The sound was like a wounded beast, roaring in despair, the power and emotion contained in the sound shook everyone's heart and made everyone's soul tremble.

At the same time, a red light shone on his body, and flames gushed out of his body like a demon, burning continuously. The flames were hot and violent, as if they wanted to completely devour his body and burn his soul to ashes. In an instant, the armor in his arms was burned into boiling hot molten iron.

However, he did not hesitate at all and poured the hot molten iron directly on himself. The scorching temperature seemed to burn his skin instantly, making a "sizzling" sound. The sound was creepy, as if one could feel the great pain he was enduring.

But he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, his tenacious expression moved people. His eyes revealed a firm belief and an unyielding spirit, as if he was declaring war on fate.

In an instant, he turned into a burning iron man, with flames blazing on his body, as if to devour his soul as well. The flames were dancing, as if the anger in his heart was burning, his struggle against fate.

But he did not retreat, but rushed forward quickly with a tenacious will. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step left a burning footprint on the ground, which seemed to be his struggle against fate and declaration of war against the enemy. The footprint contained his determination and courage, and made people feel his indomitable spirit.

Guang Shichen looked at this scene indifferently, without any mercy in his eyes, only cold indifference. His eyes were like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, making people feel no warmth. He slowly drew out the sword at his waist, and the sword body flashed with golden light, dazzling and dazzling, like a blazing sun. The light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it, as if it contained endless power, and that power seemed to be able to destroy everything.

He raised his head, looked forward with a determined look, and suddenly swung the sword in his hand. A crescent-shaped shock wave rushed towards the running iron man like lightning. Wherever the shock wave passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was the prelude to death, foreshadowing that a bloody massacre was about to begin.

There was a loud bang, and the shock wave collided fiercely with the Iron Man. The huge impact force instantly cut the Iron Man's body in half, and the burning upper and lower bodies separated, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The dust filled the air, like a thick haze, as if adding a layer of tragic atmosphere to the battlefield. The tragic scene was unbearable to look at, as if the whole world was plunged into endless sadness at this moment.

Guang Shichen's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he turned into a gust of crazy wind. The gust of wind howled, carrying with it sharp sword energy, and attacked the already seriously injured soldier like a meat grinder. The sword energy flashed a cold light in the gust of wind, which made people shudder. The gust of wind was like an out-of-control beast, roaring wantonly, destroying everything that stood in its way. Wherever the gust of wind and sword energy went, there was a mess, as if the end of the world had come.

Under the raging wind and sword energy, the soldier's body was instantly cut into countless pieces of flesh, and blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the land red. The blood was like a blooming red lotus, which was particularly dazzling on this desolate battlefield. Every drop of blood seemed to tell the cruelty of war, making people feel endless sadness. The bloody scene filled people's hearts with fear and despair.

Guang Shichen slowly showed up, the sword in his hand still dripping with blood. The blood slowly flowed down the sword, dripping onto the ground, splashing tiny blood flowers. He looked at the tragic scene in front of him, shook his head gently, and sighed: "The gap in strength is too big, it is simply not something you can change alone." His voice echoed in the empty battlefield, with a deep sense of helplessness and sadness. The voice seemed to be an accusation of war and a sigh for fate, which made people feel an indescribable sadness. The sadness was like an invisible force that made people breathless and gave people a deeper understanding of the cruelty of war.