Journey to the Mysterious Sea

As soon as Zhen Yuanzi finished speaking, the long sword in his hand, which was shining with dazzling light, suddenly swung with the force of thunder and lightning, like a bright sun. The sword passed through the air, just like a whistling wind, bringing bursts of sharp whistling sounds, and like a torrential rain pouring down, stirring up countless air flow fluctuations like water splashes. Its swiftness and intensity made people dumbfounded and amazed. The incomparable momentum seemed to come from the ancient demon god, which could destroy everything in the world. It was surging like a tidal wave, making everyone present feel terrified. A bone-chilling chill ran from the soles of the feet to the forehead like a venomous snake, making people tremble all over.

When the long sword was swung, the sword shadows overlapped and intertwined like a dense spider web, and it was as if countless lightning flashed at the same time, the cold light was like frost, blooming wantonly, reflecting everything around as cold as an ice cave. The surrounding air seemed to be eroded by this cold breath, and the temperature dropped sharply, as if it was about to be frozen into solid ice. People in it seemed to be in the ice and snow, the cold breath was pervasive, and people's blood seemed to be coagulated.

Then, Wang Xunhai and Zhen Yuanzi were like two dazzling meteors, each carrying a vast and boundless force, and collided with the force of thunder. In this instant, the entire space seemed to be in an extremely distorted state, like a mirror that was shattered. The air was under unimaginable pressure, groaning under the heavy pressure, and the sound seemed to be the wail of the end of the world. The air was torn apart abruptly, making a crackling and harsh sound, as if countless thunders suddenly exploded in the ears at the same time, deafening, and people's eardrums seemed to be broken by the huge sound, and fell into a buzzing tinnitus.

At the same time, countless fragments were like locusts covering the sky, rushing towards Zhen Yuanzi at lightning speed. The speed was so fast that it was difficult for people to catch their sight. They felt dizzy and overwhelmed. These fragments carried an incomparable strong impact force, smashing into Zhen Yuanzi's body like a falling meteorite. Each fragment was like a small bomb, bursting out huge energy at the moment of impact, emitting a series of dull impact sounds, like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, shaking the heart, as if the whole earth was shaking and groaning in pain.

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body, as if he was being burned by a raging flame. The pain penetrated deep into his bones, like millions of ants gnawing at his nerves, making it unbearable. The power of those fragments was so strong that it was beyond imagination, and they pierced his body with shocking holes one after another. The bright red blood gushed out of the wound like a spring, instantly dyeing his clothes bright red. The dazzling red color was shocking. He looked extremely embarrassed, like an evil ghost crawling out of a pool of blood, exuding a creepy aura.

The expression on his face changed drastically in an instant. His face, which was originally calm and unperturbed, was now filled with astonishment and disbelief. His eyes revealed his bewilderment and confusion at the scene before him, as if he could not accept this cruel reality. He shouted in shock: "How could such a thing happen!" There was a subtle tremor in his voice, which was not only a physical reaction, but also a manifestation of the shock and panic in his heart. His voice echoed in this chaotic battlefield, but it seemed so pale and powerless.

Wang Xunhai's figure was as fast as lightning. After brushing past Zhen Yuanzi, his body drew a graceful and sharp arc in the air, like a bright meteor across the dark night sky, leaving behind a dazzling light. That light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, making people look sideways.

Then, he turned around and rushed towards Zhen Yuanzi again like a tiger descending from a mountain, with an indomitable momentum. His eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and the blazing flames seemed to burn Zhen Yuanzi to ashes. Every move he made was full of strength and determination, making people feel his unshakable faith and indomitable spirit. His figure was like a moving mountain, crushing towards Zhen Yuanzi with unstoppable momentum.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi looked back and saw that Wang Xunhai was surrounded by a violent golden storm. This storm was like a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws, roaring and roaring, sweeping over with the momentum of destroying the world. In the storm, golden light flickered, as if the scales of the giant dragon were reflecting the sunlight, dazzling.

Wherever the storm passed, sand and rocks flew, dust flew, and the sky and earth changed color. The wind howled, rolling up the dust all over the sky, forming a huge sand wall, slowly advancing towards Zhen Yuanzi. In the dust, lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating the chaotic world, as if the end of the world was coming, and the world was about to fall into endless darkness and chaos.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes fixed, and his face became extremely solemn and dignified, like an unshakable mountain. He slowly raised his sleeves without any hurry, and muttered something. The voice was low and mysterious, as if it came from an ancient spell, containing endless magic. The voice echoed in the air, like waves of melodious bells, carrying an ancient and mysterious power, which made people feel awe, as if they were facing an extraordinary god.

Instantly, a suffocating suction force suddenly burst out from the sleeve. This suction force was like an invisible huge whirlpool, so powerful that it was irresistible. It seemed to have the power to devour everything, and everything in the world seemed so small and fragile in front of it. In the whirlpool, the power of darkness continued to surge, as if to drag everything into endless darkness.

Wang Xunhai only felt that his body was involuntarily being pulled by this powerful force. He tried to struggle hard, his muscles tensed and veins bulged, like winding green snakes. His eyes were full of reluctance and anger. He was unwilling to be defeated by Zhen Yuanzi like this, and he tried to use all his strength to break free from this powerful suction.

However, he found that his strength was so insignificant in front of this suction force, like a drop in the ocean. In a flash, his body was sucked into the sleeve and disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed in this world.

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but raise his head and burst into laughter. The laughter resounded through the sky, and kept echoing in the empty field for a long time. His laughter was full of wantonness and arrogance, as if the whole world was under his control. His eyes were full of disdain, and he said sarcastically: "Aren't you very powerful? In the end, you still fell into the hands of the old Taoist!" His tone was full of complacency and pride, which was an absolute confidence in his own strength, as if he had become the well-deserved winner of this battle, invincible in the world, and no one could compete with him. His laughter seemed so harsh in this silent battlefield, but it also made people feel his powerful strength and arrogant attitude.