Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The eyes of the Emperor of Chu were wide open, and those eyes seemed to be an endless abyss burning with blazing flames. The fiery anger was surging in them, as if it wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes, and turn everything into nothingness in this violent anger. The anger that spewed out of his eyes was like the fire from hell, carrying the terrifying power of destroying everything, as if it wanted to ruthlessly devour the entire world. His roar was like a thunder that shook the world. The voice contained endless anger and majesty, resounding through the nine heavens and clouds, shaking the world violently. "Guang Shichen, quickly kill the traitor in front of you! As long as you can get rid of him, I will promise you endless wealth and glory. Everything I can give to the traitor, I will give you all! I want him to know that the only way out for betraying me is death!" The voice of the Emperor of Chu echoed between heaven and earth like a huge bell, with irresistible majesty.

When Guang Shichen heard what the Emperor of Chu said, a hideous look suddenly appeared on his face. He looked like a demon struggling out of the darkest part of the abyss of hell, and exuded a creepy and terrifying aura. His eyes were full of greed and madness. The greed was like a bottomless black hole, as if it wanted to devour all the wealth and glory in the world; the madness was like a raging gale, as if it wanted to destroy all obstacles without mercy. He seemed to have seen the endless wealth and glory waving to him enthusiastically, and heard the urgent call of power. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will fulfill my mission and cut this traitor into pieces! To repay your Majesty's kindness, let everyone in this world know clearly how miserable the fate of betraying your Majesty is!" Guang Shichen's words were full of determination and cruelty.

Wang Xunhai slowly and silently raised his head. His eyes were as cold as frost. He stared at Emperor Chu without any warmth. His eyes revealed deep despair and unwillingness. The despair was like a bottomless abyss of darkness, which made it impossible for people to see even a faint glimmer of hope; the unwillingness was like a burning flame, burning wildly in his heart. Then, he shouted at Zi Zhuque, who was floating beside Emperor Chu and had already had the idea of ​​self-exposure, "Zi Zhuque, you must believe me! In this turbulent and complicated battle, only I can bring you the final reversal! If you choose to self-explode at this moment, you will lose everything. At that time, the Red Dragon Empire will completely disappear from this world, and you will also be reduced to ashes, without even a trace of residue left, and there will be no trace of you in the world! We can't give up so easily. We still have hope and chance!" Wang Xunhai's voice was full of determination and firmness.

Zi Zhuque was struck by lightning and instantly fell into extreme collapse. Her eyes were full of fear and despair. The fear was like a cold and piercing tide, completely drowning her heart; the despair was like an extremely heavy shackle, tightly binding her soul. Her body kept shaking, like a fragile flower withering in the cold wind, which could break at any time. She shouted hysterically: "Madam Feng has been suppressed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and you have been pierced through the heart by a sword. What bargaining chips do we have? We have been forced into a desperate situation and have no way to retreat. There is no other way out except to fight to the death! We have no way out. Are we really going to sit here and wait for death?" Zi Zhuque's voice was full of despair and helplessness.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Chu laughed wantonly, looking up to the sky. His laughter was full of arrogance and disdain, as if he was the supreme ruler of the world, and everything was under his control. His laughter reverberated throughout the battlefield, like a stream of cold air that chilled people to the bone. "You are brave! Good job! If you have the guts, fight me to the death! I want to see how big a storm you can stir up! In front of me, you are just a group of insignificant ants. You are simply overestimating your own abilities if you want to challenge my authority!" The Emperor of Chu looked at Wang Xunhai and Zi Zhuque with contempt, his eyes full of provocation, as if to say mercilessly that your resistance is futile and your fate has long been determined.

It was as if a bloody floodgate had been opened in Wang Xunhai's mouth, and a large amount of blood gushed out like a surging tide. The red liquid was like a flood that broke through a dam, flowing freely without any hindrance. His face was frighteningly pale, like a piece of white paper as thin as a cicada's wing and lifeless. It seemed that as long as there was a slight breeze, he would be completely shattered like a fragile sand sculpture.

The gushing blood quickly stained his clothes at an alarming speed. The originally bright colors now exuded a heart-shaking sense of horror. The land under his feet, under the continuous infiltration of the warm blood, formed a blood puddle that made people shudder and shocked the eyes. The blood puddle was like a terrifying abyss, exuding the breath of death.

However, on his face that looked as pale as death, his eyes shone with an extremely determined light. That light was a determination to completely disregard life and death, a tenacious belief to never give up, like a star shining in the darkness, small but full of power.

With great difficulty, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he slowly raised his head. His eyes looked towards the majestic purple bird in the sky, his eyes full of expectation and determination. He used up all the remaining strength in his body and said firmly word by word: "Next, it is the critical moment to turn the tide! Purple Vermillion Bird, gather all your strength and make adequate preparations. Next, it is time for us to launch the most deadly attack on Emperor Chu! This attack will directly determine our life and death, and determine the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Red Dragon Empire! We are already in a desperate situation, with no way out. Only by burning our boats and fighting with our backs to the river can we have a glimmer of hope! Even if there is an abyss ahead that is bottomless, we must move forward fearlessly, because behind us is our homeland, where we depend on for survival, there are the mountains and rivers we are familiar with, there is the land we have worked hard on; it is our dearest and dearest relatives, they are our eternal concern in our hearts, the source of our motivation for struggle; it is the belief we always uphold, that is the pillar of our soul, and the goal we fight for all our lives!"

Although Wang Xunhai's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time, it contained an endless power that seemed to be able to shake the world. That power, like an invisible torrent, impacted people's hearts and moved them.