Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Sun Wukong was concentrating on dealing with the battle situation in front of him, but he was caught off guard by the fierce and swift attack that was like a storm. The attack was fierce and powerful, like a tidal wave, carrying an incomparable force. In an instant, the whole world seemed to be left with only this terrifying force, and Sun Wukong's body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer with a force of thunder and lightning. A sharp pain spread throughout his body like a tide, and every cell was trembling in pain. The severe pain made him retreat again and again, staggering and unsteady.

Every step he took seemed to carry a huge force, as if he was carrying a huge rock as heavy as a mountain on his back. His overburdened body shook violently, like a candle swaying in the wind, extremely fragile. It seemed that in the next second, he would fall to the ground, and even barely standing became extremely difficult, as if he would collapse like mud at any time. His eyes revealed pain and struggle, but he still stubbornly resisted the invasion of this force.

Outside the towering, majestic pagoda, Li Tianwang stood there with a solemn expression, like a motionless sculpture. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, but he revealed an indescribable tension. The armor on his body flashed a cold light under the sunlight, as if telling of his inner uneasiness.

His eyes were like torches, staring closely at the fierce battle in the tower, his eyes full of tension and worry. His eyes were deep and focused, as if he wanted to take in everything in the tower. He was in a state of high alert, like a string stretched to the extreme, which seemed to be broken at any time due to excessive tension. His breathing was a little rapid, and beads of sweat could not help but seep out of his forehead.

His heart was like being pressed down by a huge stone weighing thousands of pounds, and the heavy pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe. The anxiety in his heart burned fiercely like a raging fire, causing him to fall deeply into extreme anxiety and panic. The anxiety was like countless ants gnawing at his heart, causing him to suffer greatly. His fingers unconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand, and the joints turned white due to the force.

His furrowed brows were like two deep, insurmountable ravines, containing endless worries and sorrows. The wrinkles seemed to be the marks of time, and seemed to carry all the sufferings in the world, which made people afraid. His lips were tightly pursed, forming a firm line, showing his inner determination and unyielding spirit.

The light in his worried eyes flickered, like the stars in the night sky. Every flicker revealed his inner anxiety and fear. The uneasy emotion seemed to have a strong infectious power, making people worried, as if they were shrouded in a layer of haze. There was also a hint of helplessness in his eyes, as if he felt powerless about the situation in front of him.

He slowly turned his head and looked at his son Nezha beside him, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness. It was as if he was desperately seeking a ray of hope in the darkness, with endless expectations. He longed to get some comfort or a solution to the problem from his son, and the desire revealed in his eyes moved people. He said with a slightly trembling voice: "Nezha, what should I do?"

Nezha sneered, and the laughter echoed in the air, cold and eerie, like the biting wind in the cold night, the biting chill made people shudder. His eyes revealed a hint of cunning and sinister, like a ghost quietly lurking in the darkness, exuding a creepy aura. Those eyes made people dare not look directly at them, as if if they looked at them for a second longer, they would be swallowed by the evil in them. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a look of disdain.

He was secretly plotting how to plot against Wang Xunhai who was in the middle of the battle. His mind was like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, quietly waiting for the best opportunity, waiting for the right moment, ready to strike a fatal blow. Various plans and strategies kept emerging in his mind, and he repeatedly considered every detail to ensure that there was no mistake. His mind was meticulous, like a carefully woven net, waiting for the prey to fall into it. His fingers gently tapped the weapon in his hand, making a crisp sound, as if counting down for the upcoming action.

He opened his mouth, and a stream of extremely hot Samadhi True Fire gushed out. The flame was like a wild beast that had broken free from its reins, with a manic and unruly aura, rushing towards Wang Xunhai with the force of thunder and lightning. This flame contained a powerful force and astonishing destructive power, as if it wanted to burn everything in the world into ashes and turn it into nothingness. Wherever the flame passed, the air was burned and distorted, making a "sizzling" sound.

Wang Xunhai instantly felt an extreme burning sensation coming from his back. The heat seemed to burn his skin to black and even melt his bones. The burning sensation followed him everywhere, making him feel like a thorn in his back. His back was instantly soaked with sweat, which evaporated quickly under the high temperature, forming a cloud of white mist.

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw that the Samadhi True Fire was like a fierce fire dragon with bared fangs and claws, roaring, and with a terrifying momentum to destroy everything, it was approaching like a tidal wave. The flames burned fiercely, and the blazing light was dazzling, illuminating everything around, making the originally dark place as bright as day. The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if it was going to swallow the whole world into this endless sea of ​​fire. The roar of the flames was deafening, like the roar of hell.

Wang Xunhai's figure was like lightning, turning into an illusory phantom, and dodging to the side at a jaw-dropping speed. His movements were as fast as lightning and meteors, so fast that people's eyes could hardly keep up with his speed. His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, like a dreamlike existence, showing his extraordinary speed and agility. Those afterimages seemed to be a proof of his speed, which made people marvel. His clothes fluttered in the high-speed movement, making a "whooshing" sound.

He narrowly avoided the fierce attack of the Samadhi True Fire. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Everything around him became silent. The atmosphere was extremely tense. It was a matter of seconds. If he was not careful, he would fall into an irretrievable situation. The whole space seemed to be shrouded in this tense atmosphere, making it difficult to breathe. The air seemed to become heavy, making it hard for people to breathe.

However, what was unexpected was that the Samadhi True Fire did not dissipate, but continued to rush forward like a wild horse. The flame rushed forward madly, with an indomitable momentum, unstoppable, as if nothing could stop it. The flame was like a crazy dancer, releasing its power to the fullest. Wherever the flame went, everything was burned to ashes.

The Samadhi True Fire directly hit the defenseless Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong felt a scorching heat wave coming over him like a surging tide, instantly wrapping his entire body tightly in it. The heat wave seemed to burn his soul to ashes, causing him to fall into extreme pain. His skin instantly turned red, as if it was about to be roasted.

He struggled painfully, trying to get rid of the terrible flames. His body twisted in the flames, and every movement was full of pain and despair, as if he was fighting a desperate battle with the god of death. His face was distorted by pain, and he let out a painful roar, which seemed to come from the depths of hell, making people shudder. His hair curled and burned in the flames, emitting a pungent burnt smell. The smell filled the air, making people feel sad, as if they could feel the great pain he was enduring. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and his eyes revealed endless pain and unwillingness.