Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's icy eyes were like the ice frozen in the deep polar cold, and like the water in a bottomless cold pond. Endless coldness spread from them, without any warmth at all. His eyes were fixed on the ghostly and erratic black shadow in front of him. His eyes seemed to contain a power that could devour everything, as if to completely engulf the black shadow and annihilate it. His eyes were as hot as a blazing torch, and the scorching heat seemed to have the majestic power to burn all the darkness in the world to ashes. However, when facing the black shadow, this power seemed to fall into a bottomless quagmire. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not exert its due power.

The black shadow, under the thunderous punch that Wang Xunhai threw with all his strength, was as still as a towering mountain. The fist carried all the strength of Wang Xunhai's body, and it rushed towards the black shadow like a lightning that cut through the night sky, with an indomitable momentum and determination to destroy everything. However, this thunderous punch was caught by the black shadow steadily, as if Wang Xunhai's full-strength punch was like a child's play in front of the black shadow. Wang Xunhai's brows could not help but twist together tightly, and the wrinkled lines formed a deep "Chuan" character, as if carrying the heaviness and confusion in his heart. His eyes became sharper and sharper, just like two sharp swords that could penetrate everything, trying to see through every detail of the black shadow thoroughly, without letting go of any clues. His heart was full of doubts and vigilance, and he was eager to figure out where this evildoer came from, and how dared to stand in front of him so unscrupulously and block his way forward.

Finally, in the weak and swaying light, Wang Xunhai saw the whole picture of the black shadow with difficulty. The moment he saw it clearly, he suddenly felt a strong disgust that almost suffocated him. The feeling spread quickly throughout his body like a surging tide, making his stomach feel like it was turning upside down, and he couldn't help but churn violently. The huge figure in front of him was like a towering meat mountain. The almost unimaginable fat body was densely covered with countless broken limbs. Some of these broken limbs were already rotten and emitted waves of disgusting stench. The smell was strong and pungent, as if it could penetrate the human soul and make people feel extremely sick. The rotten smell filled the air, as if forming an invisible miasma that made it almost impossible to breathe. Some of them still had undried blood stains, flashing a strange light in the weak light, like the eyes of a demon, exuding an evil breath. The bloodstains were particularly dazzling in the darkness, as if they were telling people a series of tragic stories. Above this mountain of flesh, there were many heads of various shapes. The scene was just like the evil spirits in hell breaking free from their shackles and descending to the world, bringing endless fear and despair. Some of those heads had hideous faces, and some had distorted expressions, which made people shudder. Among these many heads, Wang Xunhai recognized one at a glance. It was Li Qingfei's.

Wang Xunhai sneered, and his laughter was full of undisguised sarcasm and disdain, as if he was mercilessly mocking all the ugliness in the world. His tone was full of contempt, and he said word by word: "Li Qingfei, no matter how miserable you are, you shouldn't become such a disgusting stitched monster! It's simply an insult to the eyes, and it makes people feel sick!" His words were like sharp blades, stabbing straight at Li Qingfei, mercilessly revealing her unbearable current situation. Every word was filled with deep disgust and contempt, as if to completely defeat Li Qingfei.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingfei burst into laughter. The laughter seemed particularly abrupt in this deadly silent space, like a flash of lightning that cut through the darkness, but with a hint of creepy sadness and despair. Her voice was filled with endless pain and helplessness, like a sad movement slowly flowing in the air: "Wang Xunhai, don't be so complacent! You are just relying on a group of people around you to help you, but what about me? I am a helpless person, like a rootless duckweed in this vast world, drifting around, suffering all kinds of bullying and torture! How much of the suffering in this world can you understand? How much can you experience?" Her eyes revealed deep resentment and unwillingness, and that look seemed to burn Wang Xunhai. Her voice echoed in this empty space, with endless sadness and despair, making people feel a little pity for her experience.

After hearing this, Wang Xunhai showed a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, which was full of indifference to Li Qingfei. He said coldly: "What? You can't win, so you start to act pitiful and miserable here? This is not like your style, Li Qingfei! Where did your arrogance go?" After speaking, he threw another punch without hesitation. This punch came with a whistling sound, like a ferocious beast, smashing forward fiercely. The fist whistled past, as if to tear the entire space apart, carrying Wang Xunhai's anger and unwillingness. His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if this punch could decide everything.

With a "puff", the fist wind whistled past like a violent hurricane, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this powerful force, making bursts of piercing sounds. The sound echoed in the air, like the bell of the end of the world, making people feel palpitations. However, what was unexpected was that Li Qingfei was so swift that she pierced Wang Xunhai's chest at an astonishing speed, like a black lightning.

Wang Xunhai felt a sharp pain in his chest as if it was torn apart. The pain was like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The blood in his mouth gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining his clothes red. The originally neat clothes were now bloodstained, like a tragic painting. The blood splashed in the air, forming shocking arcs, as if they were traces left by life in its last struggle. Li Qingfei laughed unscrupulously, her eyes full of fanatical laughter, and her eyes seemed to have fallen into complete madness. He shouted hoarsely: "Emperor Chu! It's time to act!" The voice kept echoing in the air, with endless madness and determination, as if it was a call from hell, which made people shudder, and the whole space was filled with a breath of death. The voice seemed to be able to penetrate the human soul and make people fall into endless fear.