Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai was like a kite that suddenly lost its string and fell rapidly in the high sky without any support. The arc his figure drew in the air was full of despair.

With a dull and heavy sound like the ringing of an ancient bell, he fell like a meteorite from the sky, smashing into the ground mercilessly.

The sound of the collision kept echoing in this space that was so silent that it seemed as if time had stopped. Every echo was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts hard, making them terrified and creepy.

His body collided violently with the ground that was as hard as steel. The impact force was so strong that it was unimaginable, like a thousand-pound hammer hitting him hard, making all the bones in his body seem to groan in extreme pain at that moment.

The sound was like a wail from hell, unbearable to listen to, as if his body was about to fall apart and turn into a pile of useless debris.

Blood gushed out of his mouth like an uncontrolled spring, and the scarlet liquid flowed out in an unstoppable manner.

The blood splashed in all directions like a flood that broke through a dam, quickly staining a large area of ​​the ground blood red, as if it was the blood that flowed out after the earth was torn apart. Such a tragic scene was like a bloody painting painted with blood, which was so shocking that people dared not look directly at it, for fear that the horrific scene would be forever imprinted in their minds.

When Sun Wukong witnessed such a tragic scene, a barely perceptible trace of anxiety flashed across his eyes.

That trace of anxiety was as brief as a shooting star, but it truly existed, as if it was a glimmer of light that flashed across the night sky. Although brief, it was enough to illuminate the darkness of that moment.

Then, flames of anger burned in his eyes, and that anger seemed to devour the entire world.

The flames were so hot that they seemed to be able to reduce everything to ashes, making people feel a fear from the depths of their souls.

He plucked a hair from his body without hesitation, placed it near his mouth and blew it gently.

The hair underwent a miraculous change in an instant and turned into countless incarnations.

Each of these incarnations is heroic and majestic.

Their postures are as tall as pine trees, their muscles are as clear as sculptures, and their eyes reveal determination and fearlessness, as if nothing in the world can stop them.

They held in their hands golden cudgels that shone with golden light. The cudgels sparkled in the sun and exuded endless majesty, as if they were divine weapons in the hands of gods, making people afraid to approach them.

They shouted in unison, and the sound was like a loud bell, deafening and resounding throughout the sky.

The sound waves surged in the air, as if to shake the heaven and earth, making all things in the world tremble in this sound.

They rushed towards Wang Xunhai like a surging tide with overwhelming force.

The majestic momentum seemed to be able to ruthlessly devour everything in the world, making people feel an irresistible force, as if it was the wrath of nature, wanting to destroy everything.

Wang Xunhai endured the severe pain that felt like his body was being torn apart by countless sharp blades, and clenched his teeth so tightly that blood began to seep from his gums.

The pain bit at his nerves like a poisonous snake, and every bit of pain spread through his body like venom, making it almost unbearable for him.

But his will was as hard as steel. No matter how severe the pain was, he would never bow his head.

He raised his hand with difficulty and slowly extended it towards Sun Wukong.

The hand was trembling, as if it was under tremendous pressure, but it also contained an indomitable strength, a belief that one would never give up even in a desperate situation.

At this split second, the flying sword behind him seemed to keenly sense the master's unwavering will, and suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

The light was extremely dazzling, like a scorching sun rising in the darkness, so strong that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

The light illuminated the entire space, as if it was the dawn of hope, but it also carried a hint of coldness.

Immediately afterwards, the flying sword instantly transformed into countless sword shadows like broken stars.

These sword shadows carried an extremely sharp momentum and rushed towards Sun Wukong's external incarnation with an unstoppable and overwhelming force.

Wherever the sword shadow passed, the air was cut into pieces, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

The sound seemed like the wailing of countless wronged souls, and it seemed to be declaring to the world how powerful and unstoppable they were, making people feel a fear from the depths of their souls.

For a moment, the entire pagoda fell into extreme chaos.

The sword shadows and incarnations intertwined and collided violently, bursting out dazzling sparks.

The sparks were as bright as stars, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.

Every collision produced a huge energy fluctuation, making the surrounding air become scorching hot, as if the entire space was about to be melted by this hot energy.

Under the fierce attack of the flying sword like a storm, Sun Wukong's external incarnations shattered and dissipated one after another, turning into brilliant starlight like fireworks.

However, amidst this splendor, there is also a hint of tragedy.

The twinkling stars seemed like the final struggle and cry of the incarnations outside their bodies. They used their disappearance to interpret the cruelty and helplessness of the battle.

Sun Wukong himself quickly displayed the Vajra Indestructible Technique, and his body emanated a faint golden light.

The light was bright and dazzling, like an invincible god of war standing between heaven and earth.

He was tall and majestic, exuding an unparalleled majesty that made people feel intimidated.

At this critical moment, his figure was as flexible and erratic as a ghost. He cleverly dodged the series of fierce attacks launched by Wang Xunhai. His movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, and he was not affected by the fierce battle around him at all.

Each of his movements was perfect, showing his extraordinary fighting skills and calm mentality, as if he had already seen through everything and no attack could cause any substantial harm to him.

Wang Xunhai seized a fleeting opportunity, his figure flashed by like a ghost, and he appeared in front of Sun Wukong in an instant.

There was a chilling cruelty in his eyes, as if they came from the abyss of hell, making people afraid to look at them.

His fist was clenched tightly, and that fist seemed to contain endless power, as if it could destroy all obstacles in his way.

He hit Sun Wukong's face mercilessly, the wind from his fist whistling past, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.

The fist came like a storm, one punch after another, with a whistling sound, and landed heavily on Sun Wukong's face like a cannonball.

Each punch contained Wang Xunhai's deep anger and firm determination. He seemed to want to completely defeat Sun Wukong and make him unable to stand up again. The power of the fist seemed to be able to tear the space apart, making people feel an irresistible fear.

Sun Wukong's face trembled slightly under this violent storm-like attack. His skin felt the powerful impact, but his eyes remained as firm as a rock, with no intention of retreating.

The look in his eyes revealed a fearless courage and tenacious will, as if telling Wang Xunhai that he would not be easily defeated. His eyes burned with an unyielding flame, which was hot and firm, making people feel an indescribable power.