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The direction of Sunan Island was clear. General Xu Fei's gaze was sharp, his expression resolute. Leading the Fleet, they surged forward like arrows released from a bow, racing towards the scene.
The sea wind howled, and the flags fluttered fiercely. The Fleet cut through the waves with an unstoppable momentum. Meanwhile, the Fleet of the Non-Monkey Nation was still slowly making its way along a long and arduous journey, akin to an old ox pulling a cart, laborious and sluggish.
In contrast, the Dragon Kingdom Fleet led by Xu Fei appeared like divine soldiers descending from the heavens. With a thunderous force, they successfully intercepted their adversaries midway.
On the other side, aboard the Fleet of the Non-Monkey Nation, the military advisors from Chou Kindom were present. Each wore a grim expression, their eyes glinting with cunning and malice. Upon seeing the Dragon Kingdom Fleet suddenly appear, they seemed to know in advance, revealing a strange and contemptuous smile.
Without hesitation and with great decisiveness, they directly unleashed their controlled Awakened Heroic Spirit into the air! In an instant, colorful lights burst forth in the sky, dazzling and brilliant like a vibrant display of fireworks.
A massive semi-transparent figure gradually emerged in succession, resembling a deity descending to earth, sending shivers down one's spine. The soldiers aboard the Dragon Kingdom Fleet focused intently, their eyes sharp as they quickly identified this Heroic Spirit.
It turned out to be none other than the fearless Pan Xing, the strategically astute Eisenhower, the legendary naval commander Nimitz, the brilliant strategist Marshall, and the distinguished Bradley. Each of these figures was renowned in Chou Kindom's history for their remarkable achievements in battle.
However, at this moment, facing the well-prepared Dragon Kingdom Fleet, even their formidable reputations would not sway the outcome.
The opposing Heroic Spirit loomed in the air, brazen and unrestrained. How could Xu Fei easily show weakness in the face of such arrogance? He let out a cold snort, a sound akin to thunder rolling across the heavens, as if it could pierce through endless clouds and shatter the firmament.
In an instant, his eyes snapped shut. At that moment, an overwhelming and unparalleled aura erupted from his body, as if it could encompass the entire world. When he opened his eyes again, the Heroic Spirit Yue Fei appeared like a deity descending from the sky, manifesting in a way that was both awe-inspiring and breathtaking.
Compared to the other Heroic Spirit, Yue Fei was on an entirely different level. His form was complete and imposing, exuding an air of gallantry and valor. His figure was solid and real, as if a living person had come forth. Every detail was vividly clear—the resolute expression on his face, his upright posture—all radiated a sense of reverence.
In stark contrast to the half-transparent, indistinct, and ethereal appearance of the other spirit, Yue Fei's presence was like that of a ghostly apparition. As soon as Yue Fei's image emerged, the previously tumultuous waves calmed instantly, as if the sea itself held a deep respect for this great hero.
Yue Fei's eyes widened with fury, flames of an unquenchable intensity burning within them. The heat of those flames seemed capable of incinerating all evil in the world. His voice rolled like thunder, deafening and powerful, as he bellowed at the Heroic Spirit in the sky:
"You leaders of Chou Kingdom! Your sins are countless and your crimes are immense! Eisenhower, you have been ruthless in war, indifferent to life!"
Countless innocent lives have been shattered, homes destroyed, and people left wandering in despair. In the depths of suffering, they struggle painfully, wishing for an end to their misery!
Your hands are stained with blood, and your soul is consumed by darkness! Nimitz, your boundless ambition has turned the vast oceans into a sea of blood. The once peaceful and serene blue world has transformed into a horrific abyss of death! The countless lives you have harmed cry out from the depths of the sea, screaming in the raging waves!
Marshall. Your insidious schemes have turned many hopes for peace into mere illusions. Beautiful dreams have been shattered under your machinations, leaving nothing but fragments behind!
Bradley. Your insatiable greed has allowed the flames of war to spread unchecked. Flourishing cities have become ruins, and fertile lands have turned to scorched earth. Countless vibrant lives have vanished in the smoke of gunfire, lost in despair and agony!
And you, Pan Xing. Your arrogance and rudeness have caused innumerable disasters. You have plunged the world into endless suffering, forcing people to live in fear and darkness!
Today, I, Yue Fei, stand here. I will ensure that your vile souls face the severe judgment of justice. You shall pay an immeasurable price for your heinous crimes!
As Yue Fei's voice echoed forth, it was like a thunderous roar shaking the heavens. Across the vast and boundless sea, it surged with an unstoppable force. The sound rolled like a torrential flood, soaring into the sky and shaking the very foundations of existence.
Instantly, the military advisors of Chou Kingdom turned pale as paper. Terror gripped their hearts; they felt as if their souls were being subdued by this overwhelming presence. They were unfamiliar faces who had just arrived. Although they had previously seen videos of the Heroic Spirit from Dragon Kingdom speaking, nothing could compare to the reality before them.
It was truly unremarkable, unable to convey even a fraction of its shock and majesty. Yet, in this moment of direct experience, it felt as if they had been struck by a thunderbolt, realizing with terror that this Heroic Spirit was far from the simple and mundane figure portrayed in the videos.
The videos lacked precise reference points for comparison. What appeared to be merely a slightly larger and somewhat stiff figure was nothing like the reality before them. They widened their eyes in disbelief, gazing at the colossal image of the Heroic Spirit that seemed ready to burst through the heavens.
Not only was its expression vividly lifelike, but every subtle nuance of its demeanor was distinctly recognizable. The anger in its eyes seemed capable of unleashing raging flames, incinerating enemies to ashes. Its voice resonated powerfully, akin to a mighty bell, echoing with a thunderous clarity. Each word struck their hearts like a heavy hammer.
Moreover, the solidity of its form showed no signs of transparency whatsoever. It resembled a true giant forged from indestructible steel, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure that made it hard to breathe. This was no ordinary Heroic Spirit; it was clearly a divine being, high above, commanding all and making everything submit.
The Military Advisor of Chou Kingdom was utterly terrified, trembling uncontrollably as if shaken by a sieve, pushed to the brink of fear. Their teeth chattered, legs weakened, nearly unable to stand. Cold sweat poured down their foreheads, and their eyes bulged as if they might pop out of their sockets.
Breathing heavily like a worn-out bellows, one person trembled, muttering to themselves, "How is this possible? This is simply a nightmare!" Another's legs gave way, collapsing to the ground. Their face was as pale as paper, letting out an unconscious scream of terror. Yet another was so frightened that they lost control of their bowels, a foul stench filling the air. Oblivious to it all, they stared blankly at Yue Fei's Heroic Spirit, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.
Even their Heroic Spirit began to tremble violently, appearing increasingly transparent and ethereal, swaying as if it might vanish into the atmosphere of fear at any moment. In the next instant, Yue Fei casually swept his spear through the air. The motion was fluid and graceful, yet carried an overwhelming aura of destruction and power.
Suddenly, the spear radiated a brilliant light, as if containing boundless thunderous energy. Countless elite cavalrymen materialized beside him in an instant. Each one stood tall and imposing, their armor glinting coldly like countless stars. The warhorses beneath them neighed fiercely, their hooves thundering like a storm, shaking the very earth.
In their eyes burned a fierce battle spirit—a determination that embraced death without hesitation and charged forward unflinchingly. The weapons in their hands gleamed with a chilling light, as if capable of severing all evil in the world. Their momentum surged like a roaring tsunami or a sandstorm that blotted out the sun, advancing with an unstoppable force.
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