Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Jin Xiaofeng stood alone on the empty street, looking so frail and helpless in the deserted street. The dim light from the street lamps stretched her shadow, further highlighting her loneliness and desolation. Her cold eyes, like the deep and cold water of a cold pond, slowly scanned the surroundings without any emotion, as if looking for a glimmer of life, or waiting for the judgment of fate.

She slowly opened her mouth and said in a low but firm voice: "If you want to capture me, then you'd better give up the idea as soon as possible. I will never be captured by you, Purple Vermillion Bird! The most you can get is my corpse." Her words were steady and powerful, and they spoke loudly, revealing a determination to face death, as if she had transcended the constraints of life and death and put everything aside. That firm tone seemed to be issuing a final challenge to fate.

After hearing these words, Zi Zhuque laughed unscrupulously. The laughter kept echoing in the empty streets, so sharp and piercing, like the shrill cry of a night owl in the middle of the night, which made people shudder. Her face was full of mockery, and her eyes revealed a kind of condescending contempt. She said, "Miss, why are you so sure that you can't escape from me?" Her laughter was full of disdain and arrogance, as if Jin Xiaofeng's resistance was just a futile struggle in her eyes.

The indifference in Jin Xiaofeng's eyes became more and more intense, as if it was ice that had not melted for a thousand years, and it was extremely cold. Her eyes were like torches, and she stared at Zi Zhuque without flinching, saying word by word: "You are a famous top killer. I know my own strength very well. It is simply a pipe dream to want to escape from you. It is simply impossible." There was no fear in her eyes, only a calm analysis of the enemy and a clear understanding of her own situation.

Zi Zhuque raised her slender and charming eyebrows, and said with a bit of contempt and disdain in her tone: "Then you might as well surrender obediently. As the saying goes, a good death is worse than a miserable life. Don't you want to continue to experience the beauty of this world?" There was a hint of temptation in her words, trying to shake Jin Xiaofeng's determination, but Jin Xiaofeng's answer made her plan fail.

Jin Xiaofeng clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force, as if the bones were about to be crushed by her. Her teeth were clattering, and she squeezed out a sentence fiercely from between her teeth: "I would rather die in battle than be captured by you! This is my bottom line and my dignity!" Her voice was full of anger and determination, and her body was shaking slightly because of anger, like a volcano about to erupt.

Purple Vermilion Bird snorted disdainfully, her eyes full of contempt, and said, "So what can you do? Things in this world are not what you want them to be. The gears of fate have already started turning. Do you think you can escape this predetermined fate?" As soon as the voice fell, a strange blood-red light suddenly lit up on Purple Vermilion Bird's body. The light was like a blazing flame, hot and violent, completely enveloping her. The blood-red light began to become blurred, like the light and shadow in a dream. Purple Vermilion Bird's figure gradually became illusory in the light, as if it would disappear from this world at any time. Finally, with a violent fluctuation of the light, Purple Vermilion Bird completely disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Jin Xiaofeng felt an indescribable tingling sensation on her scalp, as if countless ants were crawling on her scalp, making her feel uncomfortable. She turned back almost instinctively, and slashed the knife in her hand fiercely at the back with the force of thunder. However, this extremely swift knife seemed to be slashed into the air, and there was nothing behind her, and there was no sign of the Purple Vermilion Bird. Jin Xiaofeng's heart suddenly tightened, as if she was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. She raised her head in surprise, her eyes full of high alert. Her eyes were as sharp as a hawk, carefully examining every corner in front of her, not missing any clues.

Just when Jin Xiaofeng hadn't recovered from this sudden change, a hand as cold as frost patted her shoulder without warning. At that moment, Jin Xiaofeng's body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted. She turned her head suddenly and saw the Purple Vermilion Bird who had appeared behind her. The Purple Vermilion Bird had a cold smile on his face, and that smile seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, exuding endless chills, making people feel a chill in their spines, and the chill was piercing, as if even the soul was about to be frozen.

Jin Xiaofeng's heart suddenly ignited an uncontrollable rage, which was like a surging volcanic eruption, raging in her heart in an instant. The rage was burning fiercely, devouring her reason crazily, making her almost lose control of herself. Her eyes were full of determination and anger, and without hesitation, she swung the whip at her waist with all her strength. The whip was like a spiritual and agile snake, drawing a perfect arc in the air. Accompanied by the sharp sound of the wind, the whip carried Jin Xiaofeng's anger and whipped towards Zi Zhuque's face fiercely like a flash of lightning. Wherever the whip passed, the surrounding air seemed to be unable to withstand this powerful force, as if it was torn apart alive, emitting a sharp and piercing whistle. This whistle seemed to be Jin Xiaofeng's angry cry in her heart, strongly declaring her anger and resolute resistance to Zi Zhuque.

Zi Zhuque's eyes suddenly focused at that moment. Her reaction was as fast as lightning. Almost at the moment when the whip hit her, she quickly pulled out the short knife at her waist. In an instant, a cold light flashed like lightning that broke through the night sky. The cold light was icy and piercing, and people couldn't help but feel a chill rising from their spines, and they were afraid. In that brief moment, time seemed to be paused, and everything became unusually slow and clear. The whip that shone like gold was cut into two pieces in an instant by this cold light. The broken whip lost its support and fell to the ground powerlessly, making a dull and heavy sound. In this silent street, this sound seemed particularly clear and loud, as if the bell of fate was ringing heavily, foreshadowing that a thrilling and fierce battle was about to officially begin. The final outcome of this battle was full of unknowns, and no one could predict it in advance.