Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The raging wind was like a ferocious beast that had escaped from the ancient chaos, and its brutality had reached its peak. Its huge body, as big as a mountain, was hidden in the endless darkness, like a bottomless black hole, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes that emitted endless murderous light. Those eyes seemed to carry thousands of years of killing and bloodshed, and people would fall into deep fear just by looking at them.

When it opened its bloody mouth that seemed to be able to swallow the world, a bloody smell so strong that it almost made people faint instantly spread like a tide. The smell was like substance, sticky and oppressive, making people nauseous and trembling with their souls. The fangs in its mouth were extremely sharp, flashing with a cold light, like a sharp dagger that had experienced countless killings, each of which contained a deadly threat, making people tremble with fear.

The gale surged out from the deep darkness where it had been entrenched with an overwhelming force that could destroy the world. It was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, whistling and rushing wildly in all directions. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of piercing cries. This gale carried a powerful force beyond the imagination of ordinary people. That force was like a surging tsunami, containing a terrifying power that could ruthlessly tear everything in the world into pieces. Wherever the gale passed, there was a strong sense of oppression that made people's backs cold and their hair stand on end, as if the whole world was shrouded by this violent force and fell into endless fear and despair.

Wherever the strong wind went, sand and stones flew wildly like angry bees. Under the strong wind, the sand and stone particles were like mad thugs who had lost their minds. They completely lost their original order and madly collided with everything. They collided with each other, making sharp friction sounds, as if playing a piece of death music. The surrounding air seemed to be fiercely squeezed by this violent force, becoming extremely heavy and stagnant, making people feel as if they were in a huge quagmire, and every breath became extremely difficult and difficult. It was as if the chest was pressed down by a huge stone weighing thousands of pounds. Every breath was like a difficult struggle, almost suffocating people to death under this suffocating pressure. People's throats seemed to be tightly strangled by a pair of invisible big hands, breathing was difficult, their faces flushed, and their eyes were full of fear and despair. They tried to struggle and escape, but in the face of this strong wind, all efforts seemed so pale and powerless.

The sand and stones in the strong wind were like dense rain of bullets, flying around at an alarming speed. They hit the surrounding objects fiercely, making a crackling sound, as if the strong wind was venting its endless anger. The collision between the sand and the objects produced countless sparks, which flashed strange lights in the dim environment, making people feel terrified. Those sparks were like the fire of hell, instantly igniting everything around, making the already chaotic scene even more terrifying. The flames spread wantonly in the strong wind, devouring everything that could be devoured, turning the land into a sea of ​​fire.

However, in this surging, unstoppable violent wind, Nezha stood without fear. His eyes flashed with a firm light like a star, which was bright and dazzling, as if it was projected from the depths of the universe, illuminating this dark world and dispelling all the haze. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world, and people dared not look into his eyes, for fear of losing themselves in his eyes.

He held the Fire Spear tightly in his hand. The spear was as solid and stable in his hand as a magic needle that stabilized the sea. The flame on the Fire Spear was burning fiercely. The flame was hot and violent, as if it wanted to burn all the evil in the world. The flame jumped and danced, like a smart fire dragon, emitting endless heat and light to the surroundings. His posture was as agile as a dragon leaping into the sea, agile and swift. Every movement was full of power and beauty, as if it was integrated with the world. A layer of faint light emanated from his body, and the light was like a shield, protecting him tightly. The figure was like a dazzling lightning that cut through the darkness in the wind. With the courage to move forward, he rushed forward without hesitation.

His hair fluttered in the wind, like a raging flame that was burning more and more fiercely. Each strand of hair seemed to contain endless power, dancing in the wind, complementing the blazing fire spear in his hand. His hair was shining with golden light, and the light seemed to be condensed from the sun's light, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. It was as if his entire body was integrated with the flames, exuding an incomparable and powerful aura that was daunting. He exuded a burning breath, as if he himself was a ball of flame that would never go out, able to burn all darkness and evil to ashes. The breath was hot and powerful, and people could not help but be shocked by it while feeling its power.

His clothes rustled in the wind, and the sound was like the sound of an exciting war drum, and every beat was heart-stirring. The sound seemed to be a war song for his progress, constantly inspiring him to move forward bravely and never retreat. The fluttering of his clothes and the whistling of the wind echoed each other, forming a unique rhythm, as if announcing his determination and courage to the world. There were mysterious runes embroidered on his clothes, and those runes flashed in the wind, as if they contained endless power. The light was mysterious and powerful, and people couldn't help but feel awe.

His eyes revealed his unwavering determination and fearless courage. His eyes seemed to be an indestructible sword that could pierce and completely crush all the difficulties and obstacles ahead. No force could stop his progress. His eyes stared firmly ahead, as if saying, "I am fearless!" He held his head high and roared, "I want to see what you are capable of." The voice was as loud as a bell, reverberating in the vast world. The voice seemed to have endless power, able to break through all obstacles in the world. It was like thunder blasting in the sky, shaking everyone's heart. The fearless spirit and firm determination contained in the voice were like a powerful torrent, sweeping through people's hearts, making people impressed and deeply admired his courage and determination. Nezha's voice echoed in the wind, as if challenging this violent force, announcing his indomitable spirit and resistance.