Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Beside the Emperor of Chu, the soldiers who were carefully nourished by the miasma for thousands of years were like demons that had escaped from the abyss of hell. Their bodies were shrouded in a strange mist, which seemed to be the fire of hell, exuding a creepy breath. Each of these soldiers stood there with a straight posture like a pine tree, giving people a feeling of indestructibility; their faces were as cold as ice, expressionless, as if nothing in the world could touch their hearts. They raised the spears in their hands high, and the spears were like ferocious fangs in the dark, exuding a strong breath of death. The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, like the last afterglow of the falling stars, which was particularly dazzling in this dim world, making people dare not look directly at it. They roared in unison: "Thousands of troops, millions of attacks!" This majestic shout was like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky, as if it was going to tear the entire sky apart. Their trick was to use these long spears like a forest to show an unstoppable force. At this moment, the long spears in their hands were like a steel forest, standing tall and daunting, as if once you get close, you will be swallowed by this steel forest.

Below, Wang Xunhai was galloping on his horse, his figure was like a dazzling lightning, instantly cutting through this dark world. His posture was extremely agile, and every movement was full of strength and agility, as if he was a cheetah hunting. His eyes were firm and fiery, as if there was an endless flame burning in his eyes, which could burn all obstacles to ashes. He raised the sword in his hand high while galloping, and the sword flashed a dazzling light under the sunlight, like a bright sun. He gently touched the lightning wood in his arms, which was burning with raging flames, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to burn everything in the world into ashes. Under the scorching flames, a purple lightning suddenly emerged and entangled the broken sword in his hand. The electric light flickered and crackled, like a smart purple snake, dancing wantonly on the sword, exuding a breath of destruction. Wang Xunhai roared, and the sword in his hand, with endless power, slashed fiercely upwards. The momentum seemed to split the heaven and earth in half, making all things in the world tremble under his sword.

The steel forest formed by the sword and the spear suddenly collided with each other, making a thunderous sound that shook the earth. In an instant, the powerful impact force was like a surging wave, sweeping in all directions with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas. The earth trembled violently under this powerful force, as if it was afraid of this fierce collision; the air seemed to be enraged, and roared, as if venting its anger. Wherever the shock waves went, sand and rocks flew, covering the sky and the sun, and the whole world seemed to be in chaos. The moment Wang Xunhai collided with the spear, his eyes were all white, and he could not see anything clearly. He only felt a suffocating force like a tide rushing towards him, making him almost unable to breathe. The eyes of the Chu Emperor were also white, and his face showed a fanatical look, which was an extreme desire for victory. His heart was full of fighting spirit, and his eyes were burning with blazing flames, as if he wanted to use this firm belief to completely defeat the enemy in front of him and make them tremble under his feet. For a moment, sand and rocks flew everywhere between heaven and earth, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, making people feel as if they were on a battlefield at doomsday, feeling the endless despair and destruction.

On a high tower in the distance, the King of Narnia watched this scene quietly. His eyes were deep and complex, like the endless starry sky, making it hard to fathom. He slowly drew out the small sword at his waist, which flashed with a cold light in his hand, as if it was a call from hell. He whispered, "Can I make a move now? The mantis stalks the cicada, while the oriole waits behind. Can I, the oriole, take advantage of the fact that both of them are injured and make a move?" His voice was low and magnetic, as if it carried a mysterious power that attracted people involuntarily. There was a hint of cunning and expectation in his eyes, as if everything was under his control, and he was confident that he could gain the greatest benefit from this chaos.

At this moment, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and the flying sand and rocks carried by the strong wind finally subsided. Wang Xunhai's body was pierced with many broken swords. The broken swords were uneven, like the ferocious fangs of a demon, piercing his body deeply and mercilessly. Each broken sword was like an extremely painful brand, silently telling the incomparable cruelty of this battle. His clothes had long been completely stained red by the gurgling blood. The bright red color was like a red lotus blooming in the wind, exuding a sad and tragic atmosphere.

However, despite this, he still stood there tenaciously, like a towering mountain, unshakable despite the wind and rain. His face was as gloomy as water, but his eyes revealed an unyielding will as solid as a rock, which was a persistent pursuit of victory and a tenacious struggle against fate. He raised his head indifferently, looking at the Emperor of Chu in front of him with a torch-like gaze, only to see that the Emperor of Chu was lying on the ground powerlessly, with blood constantly spurting out of his mouth, and the blood dyed the land around him red. His eyes rolled back, and his body kept twitching violently. He looked miserable, as if he was a poor man ruthlessly abandoned by cruel fate. Obviously, the Emperor of Chu was dying, and the breath of life was like a candle in the wind, rapidly fading from his body at an alarming speed.

Wang Xunhai took a deep breath, as if he wanted to take in all the breath of victory. Then, he raised his head and laughed wildly. The laughter resounded through the sky like a bell, full of the joy of victory and endless pride. He shouted loudly: "I won!" His voice contained overwhelming power, like a deafening thunder, echoing for a long time in this vast world. That voice not only contained his long-term persistence and unremitting efforts, but also fully demonstrated his strong strength and firm self-confidence, as if domineeringly announcing his victory to the whole world, declaring that he is the unique king of this vast land.

The King of Narnia witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and his shock was like a surging wave. His eyes were as big as copper bells, and his eyes were full of incredible astonishment, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in the world. His mouth was slightly open, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word. He just stared at the shocking scene in front of him like a wooden sculpture. He murmured to himself: "This yellow-haired boy actually defeated a great emperor! And he defeated a great emperor in a head-on confrontation!" His heart was filled with astonishment and deep admiration for Wang Xunhai at this moment. He had never thought that this young man, who was originally insignificant in his eyes, actually had such shocking power and fearless courage. In his heart, Wang Xunhai was originally just an unknown existence, but at this moment, Wang Xunhai used his unparalleled strength to prove his strength to everyone, forcing the King of Narnia to look at him differently, and his admiration for him arose spontaneously.