Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's eyes suddenly shone with a resolute light, which was incredibly sharp, just like a lightning bolt that could completely tear apart the endless darkness, brilliant and dazzling. In that light, it seemed to contain an endless power like the universe, as if it had a powerful force that was enough to completely penetrate all the difficulties and obstacles in the world.

He slowly raised his hand, his movement as steady as towering mountains, as firm as indestructible steel, and slowly stretched it towards his arms. Then, he carefully took out the clay pot bomb from his arms.

The surface of the bomb is slightly rough, and the erosion of time has left mottled marks on it, with an old texture that has gone through vicissitudes of life. The fine lines seem to silently tell the heavy and tragic history it carries, a past full of blood and tears.

His fingers tightly grasped the bomb, and the force was so strong that it seemed that he wanted to completely merge the bomb with his palm, and never be able to distinguish them from each other. His hands were shaking slightly due to extreme tension and strength, but his eyes were as firm as an indestructible rock, without the slightest hesitation or retreat. In his firm eyes, he revealed a resolute determination to face death, as if he was ready to sacrifice everything for the belief in his heart, even his own life.

Then, without hesitation, he crushed the clay pot bomb in his hand. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around him became silent, as if the whole world had fallen into a strange silence at this moment. Everything in the world seemed to be still, only the bomb in Wang Xunhai's hand exuded a palpitating breath.

There was a loud bang, like a thunder that shook the earth, which suddenly broke the brief silence. The sound was deafening, as if it was shaking the whole world. The clay pot bomb exploded, and the powerful impact was like a surging wave, spreading wildly around with overwhelming force. The force was so powerful that everything was ruthlessly destroyed wherever it went.

This powerful force caused the ice formed by the blood around to explode instantly, and countless pieces of ice flew rapidly in all directions like dancing stars in the sky. The scene was like a thrilling ice storm, with a terrifying atmosphere of destruction that made people shudder. Each piece of ice was flashing with a cold light, as if it was a messenger of death, flying freely in the air.

Wang Xunhai rushed forward at an astonishing speed like a ignited cannonball. His goal was clear and firm, that was the tall and majestic statue in front of him. His eyes were burning with rage, which was an unyielding fight against fate and a struggle against difficulties.

His body was like a dazzling lightning that cut through the darkness, swiftly passing through the air, so fast that people could only see a fleeting afterimage. That afterimage seemed to be a symbol of his unyielding soul, showing his spirit of never giving up. In a flash, he came to the gap in the mysterious god statue as fast as the wind.

He raised his fist without hesitation. It seemed that his whole body's strength was gathered in that fist. His muscles were as tight as steel, hard and powerful. Veins bulged out like crawling earthworms, clearly showing his inner anger and unwavering determination. He used all his strength to punch the gap with all his might. His unstoppable momentum seemed to completely destroy the entire statue and turn it into dust. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to break all the shackles and pursue his own freedom and dignity.

At this moment, something strange happened. The gap in the Xuanshen statue was like a mirror. A flash of light appeared, and a person who looked exactly like Wang Xunhai suddenly jumped out. The appearance of this person made the whole scene even more weird and mysterious.

The two men moved in the same way, swinging their fists at almost the same time, with a fearless momentum, their fists fiercely collided with each other. At that moment, time seemed to stand still again, and the whole world focused on the collision of the two fists.

"Bang!" A dull crash sound suddenly rang out, like thunder exploding in the ears, deafening. The sound seemed to penetrate the human soul, making the heart tremble. A powerful force that made people's heart palpitate instantly erupted from the collision point, forming an invisible shock wave, which spread wildly in all directions with a devastating force. Wherever the force reached, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Wang Xunhai only felt a huge reaction force coming like a tidal wave. The force hit his chest like a heavy hammer. His chest suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if it was being torn apart by this force. The pain was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, making it unbearable. Every nerve in his body trembled under this painful torture, as if issuing a silent protest.

His throat tasted fishy and sweet, and with a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood gushed out, drawing a sad and beautiful arc in the air, like a blooming blood flower, shocking. The moment the blood flower bloomed in the air seemed to be the last song of Wang Xunhai's life, full of tragedy and helplessness.

The powerful force blasted him away like a cannonball, his body drew a long arc in the air, like a rapidly falling meteor, with endless despair and unwillingness. His eyes still flashed with determination, although his body suffered such a huge trauma, his spirit never gave in.

Finally, he fell heavily to the ground like a falling star, making a dull and heavy sound, which seemed like the lament of the earth. Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose up, and the dust rolled and spread like surging waves, like a thick curtain, slowly covering his figure.

His body was trembling slightly in the dust, and every tremor seemed to tell of his inner unwillingness and pain, as if he was making his last struggle. Although the amplitude of the tremor was small, it contained endless power, which was the tenacious struggle of his life.

Only a hazy scene was left. The dust was like fog, making it difficult to see his face. His outline gradually blurred in the dust, as if he was about to disappear in the diffuse dust, making people feel an inexplicable sadness and sorrow. The dust seemed to sigh for his fate, and each grain of dust carried a heavy compassion; the dust seemed to be moved by his unyielding spirit. They surrounded him, as if holding a silent memorial for this warrior.