Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's eyes were as cold as frost that had not melted for a thousand years, without any warmth, and the coldness seemed to freeze the air around him. He loosened his grip on the sword without hesitation, as if the sword was ruthlessly abandoned by him. The moment the sword slipped out of his hand, it was like a dazzling silver lightning, falling straight to the ground at an astonishing speed. Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, the sword collided violently with the ground, making a crisp and loud clanging sound. The sound kept echoing in this vast and empty place, and the sound waves seemed to turn into tangible ripples, spreading out in all directions, as if carrying a resolute and desperate meaning.

Then, the extremely heavy axe smashed down with overwhelming force, like a towering mountain collapsing, rushing down with the force of thunder. The axe blade flashed with a cold light, as if it was going to split everything in half. Wang Xunhai had no intention of retreating. He resolutely stretched out his strong hands, his eyes revealed an extremely determined light, and faced the menacing axe without hesitation.

There was a loud rumbling sound, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky exploding in his ears, deafening. Wang Xunhai felt a suffocating breath, like a surging wave, surging wildly in his body. This force was like countless invisible hands, tearing at his body wantonly. His body trembled involuntarily, as if it would fall apart at any time. He opened his mouth, and a stream of boiling blood gushed out like a spring, drawing a shocking arc in the air.

However, he clenched his teeth tightly, his gums were bleeding, and he endured the severe pain in his body. The pain seemed to tear his soul apart, but his will was as hard as steel. He raised his head coldly, his eyes were as firm as iron, and he looked at the axe that he had lifted with all his strength without fear. He took a deep breath, his tone full of disdain and contempt, and said coldly: "Is this all you can do?"

Erlang Shen was stunned when he saw this thrilling scene. His eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, and his mouth was wide open, as if an ostrich egg could fit in. He stammered, "How could this happen? How could you do it... How could you block the axe?" His voice was trembling with fear and confusion.

Wang Xunhai looked at Erlang Shen indifferently, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, and slowly said: "I have also been attacked by this axe, and the painful experience is still unforgettable. I am well aware of its power and skills, and every blow lingers in my mind like a nightmare. The painful past has made me know the power of this axe very well. Now, I can block the axe in one go, because I understand one thing, that is, if I can't even block the axe, I will have no way to protect the people behind me, protect my future, and protect my past. This is my belief and the source of my strength. It is like a flame burning in my heart, which will never go out."

After Erlang Shen heard this, he was stunned. His eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement. He racked his brains but couldn't figure out what Wang Xunhai was talking about. His mind seemed to be trapped in a fog and he couldn't find a way out.

Erlang Shen was so angry that his face turned red, like a ripe apple. The red color seemed to be the flame of anger burning in his heart. There was a glimmer of ruthlessness in his eyes, a kind of desperate madness, like a wild beast that had lost its mind. He couldn't wait to take out another weapon in his arms. His hands were groping in his arms eagerly. That weapon seemed to be his last straw. He knew in his heart that this was his real last weapon of destruction. As long as he could use this trick, he firmly believed that he had the confidence to turn the current situation around.

At this moment, Wang Xunhai's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost. His movements were as fast as lightning, making it impossible to catch his trace.

The next second, he suddenly appeared behind Erlang Shen like a ghost, the knife in his hand flashing with a cold light, and stabbed Erlang Shen's back with lightning speed. The knife light was like a shadow of death, instantly covering Erlang Shen.

Erlang Shen felt a surge of pain that spread all over his body in an instant. The pain was like countless poisonous insects gnawing at his body, making it almost unbearable for him. Blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain, and his face showed an extremely surprised look. He said in disbelief: "How could it be, this is too fast, when did Wang Xunhai come behind me?" His eyes were full of fear and despair.

Erlang Shen covered his chest in pain, blood gushed out from between his fingers, staining his hands red. The blood was like a blooming red lotus, blooming in his hands, looking particularly sad and beautiful.

Li Tianwang, who was outside the tower, could sense with his unique supernatural perception that Erlang Shen's life was fading away at an alarming speed. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, his eyes full of shock and deep worry. His heartbeat seemed to become faster as Erlang Shen's life was fading away.

Then, he suddenly waved his hand, and an extremely powerful mana surged out like a raging torrent. The mana was bright and contained endless power. Under the effect of this powerful mana, Erlang Shen instantly disappeared from his original place and appeared in the outside world.

Erlang Shen covered his chest and gasped for air, as if he had to use up all his strength to breathe. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and weakness. After he exhaled a breath of turbid air, he said with lingering fear: "I need to recover. I almost died just now. That guy really has the power to kill me. I guess this guy is the one who has the true inheritance of God, and the person in the cave may just be about to have the inheritance of God." There was a tremor in his voice, and it was obvious that he had not fully recovered from the shock just now.

Hearing this, Tota Heavenly King frowned, his eyes full of doubt and worry, the deep wrinkles seemed to tell of his inner uneasiness. He said in surprise: "You mean, there are two gods' inheritance here?" There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as if he was thinking about this amazing possibility.