Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The figure of the Emperor of Chu was like a mysterious and strange ghost in the dark night, erratic and unpredictable. Under the cover of the dark night, his figure was like a deep and impenetrable fog, making it difficult for people to see his true movements and intentions no matter how hard they tried. In just a blink of an eye, he was like an extremely illusory shadow, with a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination, like lightning breaking through the sky, and in an instant he flashed behind Wang Xunhai like a ghost. The speed was so fast that people could hardly catch his movement trajectory, as if his body could break free from the constraints and shackles of time and space, and freely shuttle through it.

Wang Xunhai's heart suddenly trembled violently. An uneasy feeling too strong to be described in words, like a surging, overwhelming tide, instantly swept through his entire inner world. The sharp intuition tempered by years of fighting on the battlefield allowed him to extremely keenly perceive the strange breath coming from behind him at the first time. Almost out of an instinctive stress reaction, he turned around at a lightning speed, and his eyes instantly revealed a trace of vigilance as if facing a powerful enemy, and his eyes seemed to be burning with a raging flame of war. His clenched fists subconsciously wanted to punch forward with all his strength. The majestic and vast power seemed to contain endless power that could destroy everything in the world, and it seemed that it could ruthlessly crush all obstacles in front of him into powder and turn them into nothingness.

However, at this critical moment, Wang Xunhai finally saw the person held hostage by the Emperor of Chu. His brows were immediately knitted together, and his face was full of astonishment and disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in the world. His lips trembled slightly, and he said slowly: "The Great Red Dragon."

At this moment, the Red Dragon Emperor looked extremely miserable, which was unbearable to watch. His hands and feet had been broken extremely cruelly, and the flesh and blood at the broken bones were indistinct. The wounds were hideous and horrible, like an abyss torn by a demon, emitting a disgusting bloody smell. He looked extremely weak, like a swaying candle in the wind that could go out at any time, as if the flame of life would be completely extinguished in the next moment. He kept mumbling to himself, his voice was unclear, like a dream, and the voice was ethereal and illusory, making it difficult to hear what he was saying, as if he had fallen into an endless nightmare. His expression was dazed, as if he was immersed in an extremely terrible nightmare, his consciousness had fallen into extreme chaos, and he seemed to have completely lost the ability to perceive reality. Wang Xunhai looked at the Red Dragon Emperor who looked so miserable, and sighed helplessly: "Red Dragon Emperor, you have been arrested again." The sigh was full of helplessness and regret.

Seeing this, the Emperor of Chu laughed wildly. The laughter was like thunder, resounding through the sky and echoing in the vast sky and earth. The voice was full of smugness, as if he had become the master of this world, controlling the life and death of all things. He shouted loudly: "Wang Xunhai, you hesitated, now is the perfect time!" Wang Xunhai was unable to recover from this sudden change for a while. His brain was blank in an instant, and his thinking seemed to be completely stagnant at this moment. The whole person was like being cast under a spell, standing there stupidly, unable to make any effective response, as if time had stopped flowing for him.

In this extremely brief moment, Li Qingfei suddenly attacked like a ghost. His hands stretched out rapidly in an extremely strange way. They seemed to have independent lives, twisting flexibly with a strange rhythm, as if dancing a gloomy dance of death. The movements of his hands were strange and twisted, which made people shudder. In a flash, his hands were firmly placed on Wang Xunhai's shoulders. The power contained in his hands seemed to be able to easily crush Wang Xunhai's bones. The power was like a devil's curse, which made people shudder. Then, his neck began to grow at an incredible speed, and his head, like a ferocious venomous snake, rushed to Wang Xunhai's back at lightning speed. Wang Xunhai was caught off guard and had no time to react. His neck was bitten hard by Li Qingfei. At that moment, it seemed that time had frozen.

Nezha, who was lying on the ground and seemed to be dying, stood up slowly from the ground as if by a miracle. There was a raging flame of anger burning in his eyes. The flame was hot and violent, as if it wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes. The flame seemed to contain endless power and determination. His eyes were full of firm determination and fearless courage, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing people's hearts. He let out a deafening roar, and the roar seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds and shake the world. The sound waves violently stirred in the air, forming circles of ripples that were clearly visible to the naked eye. The ripples quickly spread out in all directions, as if to cover the entire world. The power seemed to be able to destroy everything.

He held the rocket gun tightly in his hand, and the gun body flashed with a cold light. The light was like frost in the cold winter, cold and ruthless, as if silently telling its coldness and determination. The gun body exuded a chilling breath, as if it was a declaration of death. Nezha ran forward desperately, his steps were firm and powerful, and each step was heavily stepped on the ground, making a dull sound. The sound was like an exciting war drum, inspiring him to keep moving forward bravely. The footsteps seemed to be the tremor of the earth, foreshadowing the coming of a storm. There was only a loud "bang", like thunder suddenly exploded in the air, Nezha and Wang Xunhai collided fiercely. The huge impact force made the surrounding air seem to solidify, and time seemed to stop flowing suddenly at this moment. The impact force was like a landslide, which made people feel endless shock. Wang Xunhai was suddenly caught in a difficult situation of being attacked by three parties at the same time. His situation became precarious, like a small boat in a storm, which could be overturned at any time and swallowed by the endless darkness.

Nezha's eyes were wide open, and the anger in his eyes seemed to completely devour Wang Xunhai. He shouted loudly: "Wang Xunhai, now you have ended up being attacked by everyone, Wang Xunhai!" His voice was full of anger and determination, as if it was a roar from the abyss of hell. The sound echoed in the air for a long time and could not dissipate. The voice seemed to be a judgment on Wang Xunhai, announcing his fate. Nezha's anger was like a burning flame, becoming more and more vigorous, and his breath became more and more violent, as if he wanted to completely destroy everything in front of him. His power seemed to be an endless storm, sweeping away all obstacles. And Wang Xunhai, under the attack of these three parties, his face became extremely ugly, and his eyes revealed a trace of despair, but at the same time, there was also a trace of unwillingness. He tried to struggle and tried to get rid of this predicament. However, in the face of such strong pressure, his efforts seemed so pale and powerless, it was a kind of sadness that was powerless to turn the tide.