Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Li Qingfei felt that her life was like quicksand, disappearing at an unstoppable and alarming speed. The despair of being on the verge of death was like a surging and boundless tide, overwhelming her with overwhelming force, almost suffocating her. Her heart was beating rapidly, like a crazy drumbeat, each beat with the last struggle and unwillingness. The piercing pain caused by the violent beating was like countless poisonous snakes biting at her body, making her suffer. Her face was as pale as paper, bloodless, as if the essence of life had been drained out, and her eyes revealed despair and helplessness for life, a fear and helplessness that went deep into her bones.

At this moment, Mrs. Feng's body was burning with an extremely strange purple flame, which burned fiercely, as if it had endless destructive power. The hot flames were jumping, and the strange light reflected everything around, dyeing the space into a strange purple. The light seemed to have some kind of magic, making the surrounding objects twisted, as if it wanted to burn everything in this world into ashes without mercy. The purple flame seemed to be the fire from hell, with a creepy breath, and it seemed that one could hear the shrill howling coming from the flame. Mrs. Feng clenched her fist tightly, and the fist seemed to contain a thousand pounds of power. The blue veins on the back of her hand bulged like a winding earthworm, as if she was about to break free from the restraints of her skin at any time. Her eyes were as cold as frost and extremely firm. Without the slightest hesitation, she hit forward with all her strength. The momentum seemed to completely smash all the obstacles in front of her, and the whole space seemed to tremble slightly because of her momentum.

Madam Feng's face was like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples. Her serious expression revealed a resolute momentum that made people shudder. Her lips were tightly closed, forming a firm straight line, as if telling of her determination, a determination that would not give up until the goal was achieved. In her heart, at this moment, there was only one unshakable belief, that was to put Li Qingfei to death and never give her the slightest chance to breathe. Her eyes were burning with cold anger, and that anger was like substance, as if it could instantly freeze everything she saw, making people dare not look directly at it. Contained in that anger was a deep hatred and determination, as if to completely wipe out Li Qingfei from this world without leaving a trace.

There was a deafening "bang" and Madam Feng's fist was like a powerful cannonball, hitting Li Qingfei's body with a thunderous force. At that moment, the air seemed to be shaken by this powerful force, and the airflow around became chaotic, forming cyclones visible to the naked eye. Li Qingfei instantly felt a sudden pain like a tidal wave. The pain was like a sharp blade, cutting her body wantonly. Every inch of skin and every bone was suffering from this endless pain. Her throat tasted fishy and sweet, and a stream of bright red blood spurted out of her mouth involuntarily. The blood drew a sad arc in the air, like a blooming blood-colored flower, carrying the withering and despair of life. The whole person was like a sandbag hit by a powerful force, flying straight backwards without any resistance. Her body drew a miserable arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, stirring up a cloud of dust. The dust flew up and gradually covered her figure, as if to bury her completely in this desolate place, making her disappear from this world forever.

After landing, Li Qingfei lay on the ground powerlessly, her body trembling and twitching constantly, as if she had exhausted all her strength. Her eyes became empty and lifeless, as if the light of life was gradually disappearing from her eyes, leaving only endless darkness and despair. Her breathing became weak and rapid, and every breath seemed to be a difficult struggle. The difficult gasps were particularly clear in this silent space, and there was no possibility of standing up again. Her clothes became tattered in the collision just now, and were stained with blood and dust. The bloodstains were like blooming red plums, which looked even more shocking and miserable against the background of the dust.

Madam Feng slowly withdrew her hand. Her chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was filled with heavy fatigue. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and then flowed down her cheeks, gathering into a drop at her chin, and then dripped heavily onto the ground, making a slight sound. Her hair was also stuck to her cheeks because of the sweat, and it looked a little messy, adding a bit of embarrassment to her. She gasped heavily, trying to gradually calm her rapid breathing. Every breath was filled with deep fatigue, as if she had just experienced an extremely difficult battle, and her body and mind had reached the limit. The heavy breathing echoed in this empty field, and it was particularly clear.

At this moment, Li Qingfei, who was lying on the ground, suddenly burst into a creepy and crazy laugh. The laughter kept echoing in this empty field, which seemed particularly strange and eerie. The laughter seemed to come from the depths of hell, with endless madness and despair, which made people feel a chill in their hearts. The laughter spread in the air, making people feel that the temperature around them seemed to have dropped a few points, and the whole space was shrouded in this weird laughter. Madam Feng couldn't help but feel puzzled, and subconsciously took a few steps back, her eyes full of vigilance. Her brows were furrowed, and she secretly thought about Li Qingfei's unusual behavior. She said indifferently: "Is there something wrong with the head that I hit you with?" Her voice seemed particularly clear in this empty field, but with a subtle tremor, and the tremor contained a trace of fear of the unknown.

Li Qingfei was still laughing wantonly, and her laughter was full of endless madness and despair. Her body was shaking constantly, but she still stood up slowly from the ground with difficulty. Her body was like a tattered cloth bag, swaying in the wind, as if it would fall apart at any time. There was a huge hole in the clothes, and the fabric at the edge of the hole was uneven, as if it was torn apart by some huge force, revealing the scarred skin inside. What was shocking was that a head slowly drilled out of the hole. The eyes on the head flashed with a strange light, and the light carried an evil breath, which made people shudder. There seemed to be a mysterious power in the eyes, which made people dare not look at it, as if once they looked at it, their souls would be devoured by that power. The skin on the head showed a strange gray-white color, covered with wrinkles and blue veins, which looked extremely terrifying. The wrinkles were like the marks of time, recording endless pain and vicissitudes, and the blue veins were like twisting snakes, which made people feel sick and scared.