Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The Chu Emperor was agile, like a dazzling lightning that cut through the dark night sky, rushing down at a lightning speed. In an instant, he arrived in front of Wang Xunhai, who was lying on the ground, dying and even losing the strength to stand up, like a falling star.

The eyes of the Emperor Chu were as cold as frost, and the anger contained in them was burning like an endless flame in the abyss, as if it could burn all living things in the world to ashes. He swung his right arm suddenly, and his fist carried an extremely sharp gust of wind, like the force of thunder and lightning, and mercilessly smashed towards Wang Xunhai. Wherever the fist passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared like a ghost. It was Madam Feng. Her face was as solemn as iron, and her expression was full of seriousness and vigilance. Her hand was burning with a blazing purple flame, hot and dazzling. The flame was jumping, as if it had life, and seemed to ignite the surrounding air and turn it into a sea of ​​​​hot fire. She stretched out her hand without hesitation and tightly grasped the fierce fist of Emperor Chu, and roared at the same time: "What do you want to do!" Her voice was full of anger and majesty, as if it was a roar from ancient times, shocking everyone present.

The anger in the eyes of the Emperor of Chu became more and more turbulent, as if he wanted to completely devour everything in front of him and turn it into nothingness. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Where did you come from? Get out of here quickly, don't ruin my plan!" His voice exploded in the air like thunder, with endless anger and tyranny.

As soon as the Chu Emperor finished speaking, a dazzling lightning flashed in his hand. The light was so bright that people dared not look directly at it. It was as if it was a sharp blade in the hands of a god, ready to cut everything in the world in two. Then, his other hand was like a towering mountain, towering into the clouds, with a majestic momentum like a tidal wave, and mercilessly smashed towards Madam Feng. The power contained in that hand seemed to be able to destroy everything and make the whole world tremble.

Madam Feng did not show any fear in the face of such danger. Her eyes were as firm as iron, staring at the attack of Emperor Chu. She quickly mobilized the powerful force of the purple flame, and in an instant, she created an indestructible wall of flames. The wall of flames was extremely hot, and the high temperature it emitted seemed to be able to instantly burn all objects that approached it and turn them into nothing. The flames on the wall of flames burned fiercely and kept jumping, as if showing Emperor Chu her determination and courage.

However, the power of Emperor Chu was too strong. His fist was like a bright star falling from the sky, carrying endless power and destructive force, and it slammed heavily into the wall of fire.

There was a deafening "boom" sound, and the sound was like thunder exploding between heaven and earth, deafening. The sound waves spread out like ripples, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently, and the leaves fell one after another, as if a green rain was falling. Under this powerful impact, the wall of fire was instantly shattered, and turned into countless sparks that splashed like fireworks, illuminating the surrounding space. The sparks flickered like stars, illuminating the entire night sky, but also foreshadowing the arrival of a disaster.

Madam Feng was also hit hard by this irresistible impact, and was instantly blown away like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground. Her body left a deep mark on the ground, and a cloud of dust suddenly rose up. The dust spread out like a thick layer of yellow fog, covering everything around. In the dust, Madam Feng's figure was looming, looking extremely embarrassed.

After Wang Xunhai witnessed this scene, his body began to tremble violently, like leaves swaying in the wind. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if he had seen the end of the world. With great difficulty, he stretched out his hand in the direction where Madam Feng was blown away. That hand seemed to carry all his hope and strength, but it seemed so powerless. The expression on his face became extremely hideous, and his facial features were twisted together. He shouted desperately with all his might: "No!" The voice was full of despair and helplessness, as if it was a cry from the depths of the soul, echoing in this empty space for a long time. The voice was like the cry of a cuckoo, and people couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in their hearts.

Seeing this, the King of Chu laughed out loud in triumph. His laughter was wild and wanton, full of confidence and arrogance in his own power. His laughter echoed in the air, as if it was the mockery of a devil, making people shudder. He raised his hands high, clenched them into fists, and the muscles in his arms were tense, with clear lines, as hard as steel, as if they contained endless terrifying power, enough to destroy all obstacles in front of him. His eyes were full of madness and cruelty, as if he had lost his mind.

Then, like a god swinging a huge hammer, he smashed down fiercely with unstoppable force. The movement was swift and powerful, with a resolute momentum. His figure looked particularly tall and terrifying in the moonlight, as if he was a messenger from hell, ready to destroy everything in the world.

A dull bang was heard, and the sound was like the bell of hell, announcing destruction and despair. The Chu Emperor's fist was like a heavy mountain, with a force of ten thousand kilograms, heavily smashing on Wang Xunhai's chest. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world fell into a dead silence.

Wang Xunhai only felt a sharp pain that was like tearing his body apart. The pain spread rapidly throughout his body like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His eyes were filled with pain and despair, as if he had seen the end of his life.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and the whole world seemed to collapse at this moment. His whole body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, drawing a desperate arc in the air. Blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, staining his clothes and the ground beneath him red. His eyes rolled back and his face was distorted like a terrifying mask, obviously suffering from extremely serious trauma. His body fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound and raising a cloud of dust. His life became so fragile at this moment, as if it would disappear at any time, like a candle in the wind, tottering in this cruel world.