Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai turned around slowly, his movements were so slow that people felt that he seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible and heavy shackle. Every subtle movement seemed extremely difficult, as if the shackles not only imprisoned his body, but also suppressed his soul. His body was like a heavy mountain. When he moved, it seemed as if the whole earth was trembling slightly, and an indescribable sense of oppression spread like a tide. His eyes moved slowly, and his eyes seemed to contain endless vicissitudes and fatigue, as if he had experienced the ruthless erosion of thousands of years, and precipitated countless unknown stories and deep-seated thoughts in his heart. When his eyes slowly swept over, what he touched was actually a group of former colleagues. They rushed towards him at an astonishing speed like a surging tide. The momentum was like a tidal wave, carrying the power to destroy everything, which made people tremble with fear. The galloping footsteps were as deafening as thunder, and every step seemed to crush the earth and make the whole world tremble.

Wang Xunhai's mouth corners slightly raised, and that smile contained extremely complex emotions. It seemed to be a hint of sarcasm, as if he was laughing at the ugly faces of these people who were desperate for the sake of interests. The sarcasm was like an extremely sharp sword, piercing people's hearts, leaving them nowhere to escape; it was also like a helpless sigh, lamenting that the friendship of the past was so fragile and vulnerable in the face of interests. The sigh was like the cold wind of late autumn, blowing through people's hearts with endless sadness. He said slowly: "You people really interpret the saying 'people die for money, birds die for food' to the fullest. In the face of interests, the friendship of the past is so vulnerable, which is really a pity." His voice was low and powerful, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears in this noisy battlefield. The voice seemed to have an ancient and mysterious magic, which made people tremble involuntarily, and their souls seemed to be imprisoned by the voice.

After saying that, Wang Xunhai cast his eyes towards the Purple Vermilion Bird beside him. His eyes were filled with an unwavering determination, and that gaze was like a torch, as if it could penetrate all the fog, illuminate the way forward, and let people find a glimmer of hope in this dark world. He said in a deep voice: "What are you waiting for? Help me stop them, don't let these people ruin my big plan." His words were full of trust and expectations for the Purple Vermilion Bird. That trust was like an extremely solid foundation that no one could shake; that expectation was like a bright and dazzling star, illuminating the direction for the Purple Vermilion Bird to move forward.

When Zi Zhuque heard Wang Xunhai's words, a resolute look suddenly appeared on her face. It was a kind of determination to face death with indifference. There was an unyielding flame burning in her eyes. The flame was hot and bright, as if to dispel all the darkness in the world and let the light come to this world again. She nodded solemnly, with a fearless light flashing in her eyes, as if telling Wang Xunhai that she would not fail in her mission, and she would jump down without hesitation even if there was an abyss ahead. Then, her figure flashed like a ghost, and the whole person jumped up like an arrow from a string, rushing towards the crowd below. Her speed was so fast that she was like a dazzling meteor, instantly cutting through the sky, leaving a gorgeous trajectory. That trajectory was as beautiful as a dream, but it was also deadly and dangerous, which made people both amazed and terrified.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited on her body. The flame was so hot that it seemed to burn everything in the world into ashes. The flame danced like a crazy dancer, releasing endless energy. The hot breath spread like a surging wave, and the air around seemed to be distorted by the high temperature, making a "sizzling" sound, as if groaning in pain, telling the power and terror of the flame. At the same time, a gorgeous wing slowly unfolded behind her. The light on the wings flowed like a dream. The light was so bright that people could not look directly at it, as if the light contained endless power and mystery. Feathers shot out one after another from it. Those feathers were like burning fire meteors, carrying endless power and the breath of destruction, and shot towards the Chu soldiers below like a rainstorm. The feathers were like burning arrows, carrying the breath of death, which made people shudder, as if as long as they were touched by the feathers, they would immediately fall into a place of no return.

The soldiers of the Chu State instantly fell into extreme chaos. Some soldiers were hit by the flaming feathers like meteors, and their bodies suddenly lost their balance. They fell straight down from the sky like a kite with a broken string. With a dull sound, a cloud of dust was raised, and a deep pit was smashed on the ground. The pit was like a wound on the earth, with blood constantly flowing, telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. Some soldiers were fearless, with crazy light flashing in their eyes. They rushed to the sky regardless of everything, came to the front of the Purple Vermilion Bird, raised the sword in their hands, and tried to compete with her. Their shouts were like the roar of wild beasts, full of madness and despair, as if they had already put life and death aside, just for that glimmer of hope of victory.

However, how could the Purple Vermilion Bird take these people seriously? She suddenly raised her wings, which were as sharp as blades, like an indestructible sword. With a "swish", the soldier who raised the sword in his hand was cut in half, and blood spurted out like a fountain, blooming into beautiful blood flowers in the air. The blood flowers flashed with a strange light in the sun, which made people shudder, as if they were flowers from hell, exuding the breath of death. The blood was like a red waterfall, spraying in the air, forming a terrifying and beautiful picture, making people feel as if they were in hell, feeling endless fear and despair.

Then, the Purple Vermilion Bird launched a death sweep, and the powerful force swept around like a violent storm. The power was surging, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world, making people feel an unprecedented despair and fear. The soldiers around them had no power to resist this powerful force, and were cut off one after another. For a moment, blood spurted out like a fountain, dyeing the sky a shocking scarlet. The scarlet color spread, as if forming a sea of ​​blood, which made people shudder. The sea of ​​blood was surging, as if the scene of hell was unfolding on earth, making people feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

In this bloody gushing, the Purple Vermilion Bird was like a cold and ruthless killing god. Her eyes were as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion. Wherever she went, no one could stop her. Her posture was vigorous and agile, and every movement was full of strength and beauty, but also with endless killing and destruction. Her movements were like flowing clouds and water, but full of deadly threats. While people marveled at her strength, they also felt a deep fear. Only a tragic scene was left, which made people unable to bear to look directly. The scene was like the advent of doomsday, making people feel desperate and fearful, as if the whole world was plunged into endless darkness.

Wang Xunhai stood aside, watching all this quietly. His face was filled with a smug smile, which was full of confidence and absolute trust in the Purple Vermilion Bird. His eyes flashed with a shrewd light, as if everything was under his control and nothing could escape his calculations. He said confidently: "With the Purple Vermilion Bird guarding me, no one can take a step forward. With such strength and power, those who try to oppose me are only seeking their own death." His words echoed in this bloody battlefield, with a kind of majesty that made people dread. That majesty was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making people breathless, as if he was the master of this world and no one could defy his will.