Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai stood quietly in the crowd, with a half-smile on his face that seemed particularly mysterious. The meaning implied in it was difficult for others to grasp, as if it concealed endless stories.

His eyes were deep and complex, like a bottomless pool, quietly staring at the intense and almost white-hot scene in front of him. Every detail and every change in the scene seemed to be seen by him, as if he wanted to deeply imprint all of this in his mind and make it an eternal memory.

Not far away, in front of the Red Dragon Empire's death squad camp, Guang Shichen stood proudly like a towering mountain. His tall body stood straight, like a towering tree, firmly rooted in the earth. He exuded a fearless aura, which was so majestic and surging that it seemed as if nothing in the world could knock him down. He was the insurmountable Great Wall of Steel.

He was in front of the Red Dragon Empire's death squad, holding the golden spear tightly in his hand. The spear shone with dazzling light, like a blazing sun. The light was dazzling and seemed to contain endless power. The powerful energy waves emanated from the spear, making people dare not look directly at it, as if they would be swallowed by the light as long as they looked at it.

At this moment, the legendary Five Elements Red Dragon roared and pounced towards him. The dragon's body was huge, like a moving mountain, and it was surrounded by powerful energy fluctuations. The power was surging, as if it could destroy everything. Wherever it went, the air was squeezed and made a series of mournful sounds.

The Five Elements Red Dragon bared its fangs and claws, and blazing flames spewed out of its mouth. The flames were extremely hot, and the heat waves rolled in, making the surrounding air scorching. The entire space seemed to be distorted by the high temperature, making people feel as if they were in purgatory.

Guang Shichen was not afraid at all. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, which was a kind of persistence in victory and perseverance in belief. His eyes were like torches, burning with unyielding fighting spirit, as if announcing to the world that he would not be easily defeated by any difficulties.

He shouted loudly, his voice as resounding as a bell, and that voice seemed to have the power to penetrate everything, echoing throughout the battlefield. Wherever the sound waves reached, dust flew, sand and stones splashed, as if the whole world was shaking with his roar.

Along with this roar, he swung the golden spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. The sound was sharp and piercing, like a sharp sword cutting through the sky, making people's eardrums vibrate.

The spear and the Five Elements Red Dragon collided fiercely, and in an instant, light shone everywhere, like countless stars exploding at the same time, dazzling. The light illuminated the entire battlefield, dispelling the darkness and allowing people to see the dawn of hope.

The powerful impact made the surrounding air seem to solidify, forming a brief vacuum zone. At this moment, time seemed to stop flowing, everything became still, and only the bright light was shining.

The five-pointed star shock wave came with overwhelming force, carrying the power to destroy everything. Wherever the shock wave went, the ground cracked and the mountains collapsed, as if the end of the world was approaching.

However, the spear in Guang Shichen's hand burst into a golden glow, which became stronger and stronger, like a lightning that cut through the darkness, instantly tearing the five-pointed star shock wave apart. The light was like a sharp blade, cutting the darkness into pieces and letting the light shine on the earth again.

The light dissipated, and the Five Elements Red Dragon let out an unwilling roar, which was full of anger and helplessness. Its body gradually disappeared into the air, leaving only a mess of the battlefield, proving the fierce battle just now.

Behind Guang Shichen, the practitioners witnessed this shocking scene, and their hearts were filled with a burning fighting spirit. Their eyes were full of admiration and determination, as if they saw the dawn of victory. That dawn was like a beacon, guiding them in the direction of progress.

They swarmed in like a tide, following Guang Shichen, shoulder to shoulder, and rushed towards the Red Dragon Empire's death squad. Their footsteps resounded through the sky like thunder, and their momentum was as strong as a rainbow, as if they were going to shake the entire earth. The footsteps were their battle song, their desire for victory, and their determination to move forward courageously.

The weapon in Guang Shichen's hand had been replaced with a sharp sword at some point, the blade flashing with cold light, as if it was longing for the nourishment of blood. The cold light was icy and piercing, making people shudder, as if telling of the sword's desire for killing.

He kept swinging the sword in his hand, and the sword shadows weaved together, forming an impenetrable defense line. The sword shadows intertwined together, like a huge net, tightly enveloping the enemy, leaving them nowhere to escape.

Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by a fierce momentum that made people afraid. That momentum was like a violent storm, sweeping away everything and destroying any force that dared to block it.

A member of the Red Dragon Empire's death squad, holding a spear in his hand, rushed towards him like a ghost, his eyes full of murderous intent. The speed of the member was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, and he arrived in front of Guang Shichen in the blink of an eye.

The long spear in his hand stabbed at Guang Shichen like a poisonous snake, and the tip of the spear flashed with a cold light. The light was like the tongue of a poisonous snake, breathing out the breath of death, which made people shudder.

Guang Shichen did not hesitate at all, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He swung the sword in his hand forward, and a sharp sword energy whistled out. The sword energy was like a gust of wind, sweeping everything and instantly disintegrating the enemy's attack.

The sword energy collided with the spear, making a crisp sound. The sound was like the collision of jade, crisp and pleasant to the ear, but the power contained in it was frightening.

The powerful force caused the spear in the team member's hand to fly out of his hand and fly into the air. The spear rolled in the air like a meteor out of control, and finally fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Guang Shichen took a step forward and swung the sword again, cutting the team member in half. Blood gushed out like a red fountain, staining the ground red. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick, but Guang Shichen didn't care.

But there was no mercy in Guang Shichen's eyes, only a desire for victory. His eyes were firm and cold, as if all this was just a stepping stone to his victory. In his eyes, only victory was the most important, and everything else could be ignored.

However, the battle was not over. Another member of the Red Dragon Empire's death squad quietly appeared behind him, and when Guang Shichen was not prepared, he clamped his gun around his neck.

Guang Shichen suddenly found it difficult to breathe, and his face turned red, but he did not panic, but struggled desperately. His eyes were still full of determination, and he knew that he could not be defeated like this.

He suddenly threw an elbow backwards, and it hit the man's abdomen like a cannonball. The force was so huge that it was impossible to resist.

The man groaned in pain, and the gun in his hand loosened a little. Guang Shichen took the opportunity to break free, his movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Then he quickly picked up the sword and stabbed the man behind him in the leg. The man screamed in agony, the sound was extremely shrill and particularly harsh in the noisy battlefield.

Guang Shichen watched the man loosen his body due to pain, and drew his sword without hesitation. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he turned back and slashed, with a flash of cold light, directly chopping off the man's head.

Blood splattered all over him, his face and body were covered with blood, but he didn't care, he laughed loudly and rushed towards the crowd in front of him. His laughter was full of boldness and uninhibitedness, as if announcing to the world that he was invincible.

Guang Shichen was like a ferocious beast, charging left and right in the crowd, the sword in his hand constantly harvesting the lives of the enemies. Each of his attacks was deadly and irresistible. His figure shuttled through the crowd like a black lightning, and wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another.

His body was covered in blood, but he never stopped, as if the blood was his glory and proof of his fighting. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to keep fighting until he won the final victory.

Under his leadership, the practitioners behind him became more courageous. They seemed to be infected by Guang Shichen, and the fear and fatigue in their hearts were thrown away. Their eyes were full of determination and courage. They knew that as long as they followed Guang Shichen, they would be able to win.

They fought a thrilling hand-to-hand combat with the Red Dragon Empire's death squad, with swords flashing and swords shadows interlaced, and the shouts of killing were deafening. The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a Shura hell, with blood and corpses everywhere, but they did not retreat, there was no fear, only the determination to move forward.

At this moment, in the chaotic battlefield, Guang Shichen's eyes suddenly locked onto the man in the white robe. The man was tall and straight, with an extraordinary temperament. He stood there like an iceberg, exuding a cold breath. His eyes were cold and arrogant, as if he was overlooking the whole world.

But Guang Shichen's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, as if they could penetrate everything and pierce the man's soul directly. His heart was filled with anger and hatred, and he knew that this man was an enemy he had to defeat.

He rushed towards the man without hesitation, the sword in his hand flashing a cold light in the sun. He was extremely fast, shuttling through the crowd like a flash of lightning. His figure was like a whirlwind, and wherever he went, the enemies were swept to the ground.

The enemies around him tried to stop him, but he easily killed them all. His sword was like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of his enemies.