Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the ancient chaos that is so far away that it is almost impossible to trace back, there was an endless chaos and vastness between heaven and earth. This chaos, like a thick and suffocating curtain, tightly enveloped the entire world, making the mysteries deep inside it like a deeply buried treasure, making it difficult for people to peek into it.

The leader of the Primordial Cult was like a huge meteorite burning with blazing flames, whistling like a meteor from the unreachable sky. On the meteorite, the flames jumped violently, like countless extremely angry fire dragons, dancing wantonly, carrying endless energy and might that seemed to be able to destroy everything. With the force of thunder and lightning, the meteorite crashed into the mysterious Immortal Mountain.

When the leader of the Great Desolation descended, the entire Bulao Mountain trembled violently, as if expressing awe at the arrival of this powerful being. Around his body, flames danced wildly like a mad demon, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to burn everything around him to ashes in an instant. The light of the flames, like a sharp sword, pierced through the darkness around, but at the same time, it also brought a creepy breath of destruction. His cold eyes, like the cold moon hanging high in the cold night, emitting a light without temperature. There was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, only a kind of cold indifference that made people feel like they were falling into an ice cave, as if in his eyes, all things in the world were as small and humble as ants, not worth mentioning.

On the other side, Wang Xunhai was suspended in the air, his figure like an arrow shot from a string, as fast as lightning. His body was tense, his muscles were well-defined, and each muscle contained endless power that seemed to be about to burst out. With an indomitable and resolute momentum, he rushed forward like a flash of lightning. His speed was so fast that the air around him seemed to be torn apart by his speed, making a sharp and piercing whistle. The sound seemed to be cheering for his charge, and it seemed to be playing an impassioned prelude to the upcoming fierce battle.

At this critical moment, the fourth thunderbolt, carrying the endless pressure of destroying the world, suddenly descended from the sky like a ferocious beast. The thunderbolt was like a violent dragon, swooping down on the earth with its fangs and claws. Its body twisted, and the lightning flashed like a silver snake, as if it was unscrupulously showing its incomparable power. Wherever the thunderbolt passed, the space seemed to be ruthlessly distorted, making a crackling and harsh sound, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world without mercy.

Wang Xunhai slowly raised his head, his eyes were as firm as steel, and he stared at the terrifying thunder in front of him without fear. His eyes revealed a resolute determination to face death, as if nothing in the world could make him waver in the slightest. In his heart, there was only one unshakable belief, that is, to move forward bravely and never retreat. In his eyes, there was no fear or hesitation, only a rock-hard belief and an indomitable spirit shining brightly.

In an instant, the thunderbolt was like a huge sword, carrying a terrifying force that could destroy the world, and it struck Wang Xunhai's body fiercely. He instantly displayed his indestructible body, and his whole body shone with dazzling light. The light was like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire battlefield filled with smoke. He tried his best to resist this extremely violent force, and the light was so dazzling that it seemed to be the external embodiment of his iron will. However, the power of thunder and lightning was too strong, like a surging, overwhelming tsunami, which madly attacked Wang Xunhai's defense line wave after wave. The power was so powerful that it seemed to completely and ruthlessly destroy his body and soul.

Although Wang Xunhai resisted with all his might, the lightning still left a hideous scar deep enough to see the bone on his body. The scar was like a gruesome crack, and blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining his clothes red. The blood drifted in the air, like blooming blood-colored flowers, sad and tragic. Every drop of blood seemed to be a symbol of his unyielding will, which made people admire and be moved.

At the same time, some extra lightning bolts were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, rushing madly in all directions without any rules. Wherever they went, the ground was instantly blown into small pits of varying sizes. Those small pits were like hideous and terrifying mouths, greedily devouring everything around them. The originally flat ground became bumpy, like a ruin that had been ruthlessly destroyed by war. Those small pits were of varying depths, some were just shallow marks, while others were bottomless, as if they were wounds on the earth, silently telling of the fierceness and cruelty of this battle.

Some lightning struck the leader of the Primordial Cult exactly, and the powerful impact was like a heavy hammer, hitting him hard. Blood gushed out of the leader's mouth, and his body staggered backwards involuntarily. His steps seemed extremely heavy, and every step seemed to be dragging a heavy burden. He retreated several steps in a row, and each step left deep footprints on the ground. The footprints were deeply sunken into the ground, as if the earth was bearing his pain, and also showed the huge force he was bearing, which made people feel deeply worried about his injuries.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and his eyes were filled with shock and pain. He looked at the scene in front of him with surprise, and the shock in his heart was like waves, and it took a long time to calm down. He had never thought that he would suffer such a heavy blow in this battle. His heart was filled with resentment and anger, and the anger burned in his heart like a flame.

Wang Xunhai raised his head indifferently, and the slightly embarrassed figure of the Honghuang Cult Master appeared in his sight. He frowned, his eyes revealed a trace of undisguised disdain, and said in a cold tone: "Are you here to die?" Those words were like a cold icy wind, ruthlessly blowing through the heart of the Honghuang Cult Master, making people shudder. Those words were full of ridicule and contempt, as if the Honghuang Cult Master was just an insignificant existence in his eyes that could be trampled on at will.

Hearing this, the leader of the Honghuang sect was immediately furious. His face became distorted by anger. His originally handsome face now looked ferocious and terrifying, which made people afraid. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of anger and strong murderous intent. He shouted loudly: "Boy, I see that you know nothing, not even the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth! Today I will kill you and put you in my banner. Later, I will teach you these things you should learn!" His voice echoed in the Bulao Mountain like thunder. Wherever the sound waves reached, rocks rolled down like raindrops, and trees swayed like grass in the wind. The voice contained endless anger and powerful power, as if it was going to shake the entire mountain range and make it tremble.

The birds on the mountain were startled by the huge noise and fled in all directions. They flapped their wings in fear and made sharp and piercing cries that echoed in the valley, making people tremble in their hearts. The wild beasts also hid in the caves in fear, not daring to take a step forward. Their bodies trembled and their eyes were full of fear, as if the end of the world had come. The entire Bu Lao Mountain was immersed in an atmosphere of fear and tension, fully demonstrating the anger in the heart of the Hong Huang Sect Leader and his powerful strength that was so powerful that it made people tremble.