Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The Purple Vermilion Bird was like a brilliant purple lightning, flying forward at a lightning speed, as swift as an arrow from a bow. Its speed was so fast that it could tear the air apart. Its figure was like a brilliant purple stream of light that cut through the long sky, so dazzling that everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted by it.

On the battlefield filled with smoke and extremely tragic, the Emperor of Chu was engaging in a thrilling, life-or-death battle with many imperial soldiers. The shouts and screams on the battlefield were deafening, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, making people seem to smell the horrible breath of death. The weapons they held in their hands were meteor hammers that were heavier than one could imagine. These meteor hammers were extremely large, and were covered with sharp thorns. Under the sunlight, they flashed a bone-chilling cold light.

Every time the meteor hammer was swung vigorously, it would bring up a violent gust of wind. The gust of wind was like a surging, overwhelming wave, sweeping everything around with overwhelming momentum. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this powerful force, emitting bursts of sharp and piercing whistles. The sound was like a demon screaming, so sharp that it made people shudder, as if they were instantly placed in a terrifying hell.

As the battle was in full swing, Zi Zhuque showed no fear and rushed directly behind the Emperor of Chu. He stretched out his strong hands without hesitation. His hands were like iron pliers made of steel, strong and indestructible. His fingers tightly grasped the shoulders of the Emperor of Chu. His knuckles turned pale due to excessive force, and one could even clearly see the blue veins bulging like a dragon. At the same time, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from his throat: "Today, I will make you, the Emperor of Chu, die here!" The voice was full of endless determination and unforgettable hatred, as if to burn everything in this world to ashes. The fire of hatred burned fiercely, as if it could devour the whole world mercilessly, making people deeply feel the endless grief and unwillingness in his heart.

The eyes of the Emperor of Chu were also burning with blazing flames of hatred, and that flame seemed to turn everything in the world into nothingness. He mercilessly raised his foot, carrying a terrifying force like thunder, and fiercely kicked Zi Zhuque's chest. The force of this kick was extremely huge, like a towering mountain collapsing, making a dull thunderous sound. Zi Zhuque suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the pain was like a surging tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe smoothly. Blood spurted out of his mouth, forming a shocking blood mist in the air. The blood mist spread, making it unbearable to look directly at, as if it was a bloody and terrifying picture.

However, what was even more shocking was that a blazing flame suddenly appeared on his body. The flame was extremely hot, showing a strange purple color, as if it had a terrifying high temperature that could melt everything in the world. The flame jumped violently, making crackling sounds, as if it was telling the pain and determination in Zi Zhuque's heart in grief and anger. The flame seemed to burn his own life to ashes, but he had no intention of retreating. Instead, his eyes revealed an unshakable belief, which moved people and made them admire him.

At this time, Madam Feng was quietly suspended in the air. Her face was like a calm lake, without any emotional fluctuations, just staring calmly at the thrilling and tragic scene in front of her. Her eyes were deep and indifferent, making it difficult to guess her true thoughts. Her hair fluttered gently in the wind, and her clothes swayed gently in the wind, giving people a unique feeling of being out of this world, as if she was out of tune with this battlefield full of blood and chaos, like a fairy from outer space.

In the Red Dragon Empire's death squad, Wang Xunhai's eyes widened with astonishment and disbelief. He was wearing a robe as white as snow, which was particularly eye-catching on the bloody battlefield. The robe was spotless, forming a sharp contrast with the blood and chaos around him, like a ray of light in the darkness. He never thought that the Purple Vermillion Bird would choose to use such extreme power to try to fight a desperate battle with the Emperor of Chu by self-destructing.

Wang Xunhai couldn't help but ask Zi Zhuque loudly: "Why are you so determined?" Zi Zhuque's answer was cold and firm, like the biting frost in the cold night: "Only in this way can we have a glimmer of hope!" There was no hesitation or hesitation in his voice, only the resolute determination to face death. That firm look seemed to announce to everyone that he was ready to sacrifice everything for victory, even at the cost of his own life.

At this moment, the body of the Purple Vermilion Bird was surrounded by a layer of dazzling golden light. The light was dazzling, like a scorching sun hanging high in the sky, but it also carried a heartbreaking tragic atmosphere. The golden light seemed to be the last shining of his life, illuminating the entire battlefield, shocking everyone, and filled their hearts with endless shock and emotion. His hands were still tightly grasping the shoulders of the Emperor of Chu, with no sign of relaxation, as if that was the last persistence and perseverance in his life.

Shocking cracks gradually appeared on his face. The cracks slowly spread like a spider web, becoming more and more numerous and denser. Each crack was like a deep wound that could not be healed, silently telling of the great pain and tenacious persistence he had endured. His skin began to become extremely dry and cracked, as if it would break into countless tiny pieces at any time.

Wang Xunhai stood in the crowd blankly, looking at this extremely tragic scene, his heart was like a storm, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined, mixed feelings. His eyes were full of confusion and helplessness. For a moment, he seemed to have lost the ability to think, not knowing what to do. He could only stare blankly like a wooden sculpture, allowing the tense and almost suffocating atmosphere to shroud him tightly like a thick dark cloud. His breathing became rapid and disordered, and his heartbeat sounded violently in his ears like a drum, making him feel difficult to breathe, as if his chest was pressed by a heavy boulder. His body trembled slightly, as if in the face of this cruel and ruthless reality, his soul was also trembling involuntarily. His lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start. He could only stare blankly at everything in front of him, falling into deep thought.