Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The power contained in this kick was truly terrifying. The horrifying energy fluctuations seemed to be able to instantly ignite the surrounding air, making people's hearts beat wildly involuntarily. The degree of this power was beyond ordinary people's imagination and was extremely shocking.

That majestic and endless power was like a volcano about to erupt violently, surging and surging, and the hot magma was rolling inside the mountain, as if it wanted to vent out all the anger and unwillingness that had been pent up in the heart for a long time, without reservation and all at once.

This force is like a surging tide, wave after wave, constantly impacting people's mental defenses.

That power seemed like a roar from the abyss, carrying the momentum to destroy the world.

The low and shocking voice seemed to come from endless darkness, making people feel a fear from the depths of their souls.

It was like a terrible storm, sweeping away everything and destroying everything wherever it went.

The kick was as swift as the wind, as fast as lightning, and with the force of thunder. It kicked towards Nezha in an unstoppable manner.

The speed was so fast that people didn't even have time to blink, as if time had frozen at that moment. At that moment, the whole world seemed to have fallen into a strange silence, with only the powerful aura brought by that kick filling the air.

The force was so strong that it seemed to be able to tear the void and draw the entire world into it.

The space seemed to be distorted under this powerful force, and the surrounding light became blurred, making people feel as if they were in an illusory world.

Nezha had no time to react at all and was kicked off the majestic fire spear.

He didn't even have the slightest strength to resist, just like a fragile fallen leaf, drifting helplessly in the wind.

Nezha's body drew an arc in the air, and his helpless figure made people feel pity.

Nezha's body was like a meteor out of control, falling towards the ground at an astonishing speed.

The speed was so fast that it felt as if the entire sky was collapsing in an instant.

During the fall, all Nezha could hear was the whistling sound of the wind, and his eyes were filled with astonishment and helplessness.

Accompanied by a dull bang, like a thunderclap, Nezha fell heavily to the ground.

The sound was deafening, as if it would shake the earth to pieces.

A huge hole suddenly appeared on the ground, and the surrounding soil and rocks splashed up, creating a chaotic scene.

In an instant, dust rose up like a mad dragon and filled the surroundings, as if forming a hazy sand curtain that enveloped everything.

The dust covered the sky and the sun, making people feel as if they were in chaos and unable to see the scene in front of them clearly.

In the dust, Nezha's figure became blurred, as if he was about to be swallowed by this powerful force.

The violent impact was like a terrible disaster. The earth was shaking, as if it was afraid of this powerful force.

The entire ground was shaking continuously, as if surrendering to this powerful force.

Nezha suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented, as if countless crazy bees were buzzing in his head. The whole world seemed to be in a mad spin, making him almost lose his sense of direction.

His vision was blurry and he felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart.

The feeling of pain was almost unbearable for him.

However, Nezha is no ordinary person. He has an extremely strong vitality in his body, a tenacious force that does not yield to fate, like a blazing fire that will never go out.

The fire burned brightly in his body, illuminating the way forward and allowing him to find the dawn of hope in the darkness.

It is a power that comes from the depths of his soul, it is his struggle against fate and his hope for the future.

This force is like a surging wave, constantly hitting the reefs of fate, vowing to smash them and carve out a path of its own.

Not long after, he struggled hard and slowly stood up from the ground with his iron will.

Every movement he made seemed extremely strenuous, as if every movement required all his strength.

His body was shaking, but his eyes were burning with an unyielding fire that would never go out.

The flame was hot and firm, as if it could burn away all difficulties and obstacles.

In that flame, there is his determination and courage. He is loudly declaring to the cruel fate that he will never surrender. He will fight tenaciously to the end until he overcomes everything.

His eyes were full of expectations for the future and desire for victory, a belief that could not be erased.

It was on this devastated battlefield, among the mountains of corpses, that the Emperor of Chu struggled to crawl out.

His body was covered in blood and dust. The mottled bloodstains and dirt were like special medals, silently witnessing his bravery and tenacity in this battle.

Every trace of blood is a sign of his battle, and every grain of dust is a symbol of his struggle.

The blood and dust intertwined to form a unique picture, showing his tenacity and indomitable spirit.

His eyes revealed an irrepressible excitement, and he was shaking with excitement. The shaking was not fear, but the external reflection of the inner enthusiasm, the joy of victory surging in his body. His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and the blood rushed in his veins, as if it was about to break through the restraints of his body.

His heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment, as if the whole world was at his feet. He looked at the battlefield in front of him, his heart filled with pride and pride. The corpses on the ground were no longer a horrific sight in his eyes, but a symbol of his victory.

He stared at the corpses of gods on the ground like a hungry wolf, his eyes flashing with greed and blazing light. In that light, there was a desire for power and a persistence for victory. He seemed to see his glorious future and the moment when he became the overlord of the world. His heart was filled with a desire for power and a yearning to rule the world.

Then he opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Take a good look at these corpses. They will become your precious nutrients to become stronger in the future! And I will be the final winner of this great battle!" The voice of the Emperor of Chu was as loud as a bell, full of wanton pride and arrogance. The voice echoed on the battlefield, as if to shatter the whole world. His voice was full of power, and people could feel his majesty and domineering.

It was as if the whole world had been conquered by him easily and stepped on his feet. His words echoed for a long time in the bloody battlefield. His voice was full of endless power, vividly demonstrating his endless ambition and strong self-confidence. His figure seemed particularly tall on the battlefield, like an insurmountable mountain, daunting.