Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Nezha's brother Jinzha witnessed the thrilling and tragic scene at the moment when the wind and clouds suddenly changed and the sky and the earth changed color. At that moment, time seemed to stop, and the whole world seemed to be paused. His heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible and huge magic hand, and the power was so strong that it was irresistible. Every contraction of his heart was accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, making his breathing involuntarily become rapid, as if the air around him was instantly drained and became so thin that it was almost impossible to breathe. His eyes were wide open, and the terrifying scene was clearly reflected in his pupils. The fear surged into his heart like a surging tide, making his body tremble slightly involuntarily. His scalp felt as if it was being pierced wildly by countless extremely sharp steel needles. The sharp pain spread throughout his body like a violent electric current at lightning speed, making his limbs almost lose consciousness in an instant. He seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, as if he would never see the light again.

However, Jin Zha was not defeated by fear. He was like an arrow shot from a bow with great force. Without any hesitation or delay, he leaped decisively and rushed forward at lightning speed. His posture was extremely agile and his movements were smooth and flowing, like a bright light that cut through the darkness, with endless courage and determination. His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, which made people dazzled, as if he had surpassed the limits of human beings and became an omnipotent being.

In the golden storm that swept across the sky, Jin Zha completely disregarded his own safety and launched a rescue operation without hesitation. There was a determined flame burning in his eyes, and the flame was hot and dazzling, like a scorching sun hanging high in the sky, emitting endless light and heat. The determined look seemed to declare to the whole world that he would never give up his brother, even if it cost him everything, even if he had to be the enemy of the whole world, he would not hesitate. Every move he made was full of majestic power, and every swing of his arms brought a sharp gust of wind, which whistled past, as if it could instantly destroy all obstacles. Every time he raised his legs, it seemed to crush the earth. His footsteps were heavy and powerful, revealing fearless courage, as if he had endless power in his body, enough to destroy all obstacles and conquer all difficulties. His clothes rustled in the wind, and his hair fluttered in a mess, but it did not affect his firm steps at all. The strong wind seemed to want to stop him from moving forward, roaring, but he was like an unshakable mountain, moving forward steadily, and no matter how violent the wind was, it could not stop him. His figure seemed so small in the golden storm, yet so great. He used his actions to interpret what it meant to be a deep brotherly love and what it meant to never leave or abandon.

After a lot of hard work, Jin Zha finally succeeded in rescuing Nezha from the predicament. However, Nezha's condition at the moment was horrible. His limbs were incomplete, the flesh at the wounds turned outward, and blood gushed out like a spring, dyeing his body bright red. The shocking color made people unable to bear to look directly. His body seemed to be a rag doll that was torn apart cruelly, and each wound was deep enough to see the bone, which made people terrified. Every part of his body was covered with hideous scars, and the wounds were like the mouths of demons with bared fangs and claws, exuding a creepy breath that made people shudder. The painful Nezha couldn't help but let out bursts of shrill howls, and the sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, full of endless pain and despair. The miserable cry echoed in the air, like a sharp blade, ruthlessly piercing everyone's heart, making people heartbroken and tears couldn't help but burst out. The tears were like a flood that broke through a dam and could not be stopped, as if all the pain and sorrow in the heart wanted to be vented out along with the tears.

The fans standing by were stunned by the scene, their faces full of fear and disbelief. One of them was shaking uncontrollably, and his voice was trembling: "This person is too powerful, his power is beyond imagination, and we can't contend with him. Get out of here quickly! I have reached the peak of the emperor, but even so, I still feel a deep sense of powerlessness when facing this person, and I can't fight him at all!" His voice was trembling with a hint of despair, and his eyes were full of fear of unknown forces. The fear spread rapidly like a plague, making everyone present feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on their hearts, making them breathless. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their eyes were full of helplessness and confusion, as if they had lost themselves in this world full of fear and despair, and could not find any way out.

At this critical moment, Wang Xunhai held a huge sword, the sword flashing with cold light, like a thousand-year-old ice, emitting a piercing chill, as if it could freeze the surrounding air into ice. The light on the sword was cold and gloomy, making people shudder, as if they would be instantly frozen into ice if they were illuminated by the light. He took heavy steps, each step was as heavy as a mountain, the ground trembled slightly under his feet, making a dull sound. His steps seemed to carry an irresistible force, and each step made people feel a huge pressure, as if the whole earth was shaking under his feet. He rushed towards Nezha with great momentum, and his eyes revealed a strong murderous intent, as if he wanted to completely destroy everything in front of him and plunge the world into endless darkness. His face looked particularly hideous under the reflection of the sword light, and the distorted expression made people shudder, as if he had turned into a demon from hell, carrying endless evil and terror. His eyes were full of madness and cruelty, which made people feel terrified, as if as long as they were stared at by him, they would immediately fall into an irretrievable situation.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Nezha's brother Jinzha's face suddenly became solemn, as if covered with a thick layer of frost, making people feel a cold breath blowing in their faces. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, which was a kind of desperate determination. He quickly put his finger into his mouth and bit it hard. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, everything around him became silent, and only the slight sound of teeth and fingers touching each other could be heard. A stream of bright red blood instantly gushed out from the fingertips. The blood was like a bright ruby, flashing a strange and mysterious light in the sun, with an irresistible attraction. The light seemed to have a mysterious power, which made people fascinated by it. Then, he suddenly threw his finger forward, and the blood on the finger strangely turned into a mysterious space-time crack in the air. There was a deep light flashing in the crack, as if it led to an unknown world, full of mysterious atmosphere and endless possibilities. The light was deep and mysterious, and people couldn't help but want to explore the mystery.

He picked up Nezha without hesitation, his movements were gentle but firm, as if Nezha was the most precious treasure in his world, and he could not tolerate any damage. His eyes were full of concern and love, and that gentle gaze seemed to melt all the pain and make Nezha feel endless warmth. He whispered, "Don't be afraid, brother is here." The voice was gentle and firm, as if it was a magic spell that could dispel all fear. The voice was full of comfort and strength, and people couldn't help but feel a sense of hope in their hearts. Then, he drilled into the crack of time and space together, and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, leaving only silence and everyone's astonished expressions. The silence made people feel an inexplicable fear, as if the whole world had stopped turning at this moment.

Wang Xunhai pounced, but missed. A trace of annoyance and anger appeared on his face. He looked at the space-time crack that had disappeared, his eyes full of unwillingness. He clenched the sword in his hand, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and the veins on his arms bulged like winding earthworms. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, they actually let them run away!" The angry voice echoed in the air for a long time, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world. However, he failed to kill Nezha directly after all, and could only watch them escape and disappear in the mysterious space-time crack, leaving only his angry roar and endless regret. The regret was like a sharp knife, deeply hurting his heart, making him unable to let go.