Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The King of Chu was like a lifeless pile of mud, limply collapsed on the freezing cold ground, as if an invisible and powerful hand had ruthlessly drained all his strength. His former majesty and tenacious fighting spirit were now gone, and he could no longer find even the slightest will to resist. His body curled up involuntarily, and he looked like a wild dog with its spine cruelly broken, extremely miserable and miserable.

Wang Xunhai tightly grasped the broken sword. The cracks on the sword were crisscrossed, just like the unhealed ravines in his heart. His eyes revealed an unwavering light, which seemed to be able to penetrate the endless darkness. Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed down like an arrow from a bow, with a surging momentum, as if he could break through all the difficulties and obstacles in the world.

At this critical moment, the King of Chu, who seemed to have no power to fight back and was dying, suddenly jumped up from the ground with amazing force like a spring that was compressed to the extreme. He laughed wantonly at the sky, and the laughter kept echoing in the empty field, full of pride and cunning. Then, he shouted loudly: "You fell into the trap!" The sound was like a thunder that shook the earth, suddenly exploding in the air, making people tremble with fear.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Chu Emperor swung the spear in his hand with all his strength, and a shocking scene appeared. The two spears merged into one in an instant, forming a more powerful and more powerful spear. A strange light flashed on the spear, and the light flickered, as if telling of its horror and evil, which made people shudder.

Then, the Emperor of Chu once again waved the fused spear in his hand, and in an instant, a stream of extremely strong black gas emerged from his body. The black gas was like countless demons with bared fangs and claws, madly entwining his body, as if to devour him whole. In this strange and terrifying entanglement process, one after another, the imperial soldiers slowly emerged from the black gas.

These imperial soldiers exuded a creepy aura. A closer look revealed that they were actually evil creatures that had been carefully nurtured by thousands of years of flatulence. Every imperial soldier was filled with a rotten smell, which was pungent and unpleasant, making people feel nauseous and their stomachs churn. The Emperor of Chu raised his head and laughed arrogantly, his eyes full of smugness, and said arrogantly: "You didn't expect that I actually have this trick!" His voice was full of arrogance and conceit, as if the whole world was under his control.

When Wang Xunhai heard this, he felt an unbearable numbness on his scalp. The discomfort spread quickly throughout his body like an electric current, causing his body to tremble involuntarily. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "You actually created so many evil things. Do you want these evil things to serve as imperial soldiers?" His eyes were burning with rage, as if the rage was going to burn the Emperor of Chu to ashes.

Emperor Chu looked at the imperial soldiers wearing black armor with contempt, shook his head with disdain, his tone full of sarcasm: "They are not worthy of being the real soldiers of the emperor at all. They are just a group of dispensable substitutes. As long as they can put you to death, it is enough. And now, you have completely fallen into my attack range, and you can't escape even if you have wings!" His words revealed a kind of confidence in victory, and that confident look made people even more angry.

Wang Xunhai tightly grasped the broken sword, the scars on the sword seemed to tell of the fierce battle in the past. His eyes were firm, like a burning flame, staring straight down, without the slightest retreat or hesitation. Then, he jumped without hesitation, rushing down like a meteor. At this moment, he was indeed in a desperate situation, with his retreat route strictly blocked and no way out. At this critical moment, he understood that only by burning his boats and bravely moving forward regardless of everything could he find a glimmer of hope.

The broken sword in his hand seemed to be carrying a heavy burden. The heavy pressure made his arm gradually heavier. A slightly sour feeling came over him like a tide, and it became stronger and stronger. However, despite this, his eyes revealed a determination to face death. It was a belief that was firm to the extreme, like a dazzling light that could penetrate all difficulties and obstacles and illuminate the way forward.

At the same time, his other hand quickly and swiftly reached into his arms and took out a few plain-looking, inconspicuous jars. These jars had a rough surface and no gorgeous decorations. They might be just ordinary objects in the eyes of others. But in Wang Xunhai's eyes, these jars carried his last hope. That ray of hope flickered in his eyes, like a star in the dark night, although it was faint, it was enough to illuminate the direction in his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, he threw the jars downwards with all his strength.

The jars drew several beautiful yet dangerous arcs in the sky. Their trajectories were like meteors in the night sky, rapidly flying towards the imperial soldiers below. These arcs, graceful yet deadly, seemed to be Wang Xunhai's last struggle with all his might. In these arcs, all his hopes and firm determination were carried. It was his desire to survive and his unyielding struggle against fate.

Seeing this, several imperial soldiers showed no fear on their faces. Their eyes were full of confidence and arrogance. They jumped without hesitation and rushed towards the earthenware jars in the sky. Their postures were agile and their movements were swift. Their eyes were full of disdain for Wang Xunhai. It seemed that in their eyes, these earthenware jars could not pose any threat to them at all. The contemptuous eyes were like a cold wind, which made people angry. The anger in their hearts burned like a flame.

When the imperial soldiers collided violently with the earthenware jar, a deafening sound suddenly erupted. The sound seemed to be a roar from hell, tearing the whole world apart. The earthenware jar exploded instantly, and the broken pieces flew around like flowers scattered by a fairy. These fragments had a strong impact force, and wherever they went, there was a mess. Dust flew, covering the sky and the sun, and countless potholes and cracks appeared on the ground, as if the earth was torn apart fiercely, presenting a dilapidated scene.

Upon seeing this, the King of Chu laughed out loud again. His laughter was arrogant and harsh, echoing in the air, making people feel disgusted. His face was full of pride and arrogance, as if he had become the master of this world. He said arrogantly: "I'm just on guard against this trick of yours!" His laughter was full of ridicule and disdain for Wang Xunhai. His harsh words were like a sharp blade, deeply hurting people's hearts and making people extremely angry.

Wang Xunhai knew that there was no other way to go. A hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes, but was instantly replaced by determination. He could only grit his teeth and descend downward. His heart was filled with helplessness and determination. He knew clearly that this might be his last fight, a critical moment to decide life and death. At this critical moment, he had no way out, and the only way to survive was to bravely move forward.

The Emperor of Chu pointed his finger at the sky. His face was twisted by anger. His handsome face looked hideous. He roared in anger: "Use all your strength and use your last killing move!" His voice was full of madness and strong killing intent. His mad appearance was terrifying. He seemed to have transformed into a ferocious beast, vowing to completely destroy Wang Xunhai and make him disappear from this world without leaving a trace. His eyes were burning with anger. It was a desperate madness that made people shudder.