Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai used all his strength to tightly grasp the rope-patterned knife in his hand, as if it was the whole support of his life. The simple rope pattern on the blade is like the mark left by the long river of time, carrying endless vicissitudes and stories. The pattern is like a long-flowing river, flowing slowly, as if silently telling the changes and joys and sorrows of the past. The ancient pattern contains a deep and heavy vicissitudes of life, which makes people feel awe inadvertently, as if facing the weight and mystery of history.

His eyes shone with an extremely determined light, and that look was like a blazing flame, burning fiercely, igniting the courage and faith deep in his heart without reservation. The flame was hot and fierce, as if it wanted to burn all obstacles to ashes, making his way forward unimpeded.

At this moment, he decided without hesitation to step into the endlessly dangerous area again. It was a terrible place that had brought him countless nightmares. There, he had encountered fierce attacks from ferocious little demon beasts and fly-patterned bears. Those horrific experiences were still clearly engraved in his mind, like a series of horrible movies, constantly playing in his memory. Every detail, every moment of life and death, was like a sharp blade, piercing his nerves.

Although Wang Xunhai had suffered extremely serious injuries in this dangerous place before, the pain almost tore his body apart, causing him to endure great pain that was difficult to describe in words. That kind of pain seemed like torture from hell, which plunged his body and mind into endless darkness. However, after a period of careful recuperation, his body finally recovered somewhat. But there were still some difficult-to-detect hidden diseases in his body. These hidden diseases were like ferocious beasts lurking in the dark abyss, waiting for the opportunity at any time, and they could break free at any time and suddenly erupt, bringing unpredictable consequences. They were like a time bomb, buried deep in his body, making him feel uneasy and fearful all the time.

But at this moment, Wang Xunhai no longer had time to consider these potential threats. After all, he was facing an extremely severe crisis of life and death. He deeply understood that he was like a lion or a tiger walking in a jungle full of dangers. If he did not take the initiative to attack and actively hunt, then what awaited him was only the tragic fate of being starved to death. In this cruel jungle, only the strong can survive, and only the brave can control their own destiny.

When he stepped into this familiar yet strange forest again, he paused for a moment, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. This forest was once his nightmare, but now he had to face it again. His heart was filled with complex emotions, including fear and uneasiness, but more of determination and resolve. Then, he fell into a brief contemplation. In this brief moment, a hint of decisiveness and perseverance suddenly flashed in his eyes. He knew that he had no way out, and only by moving forward courageously could he have a chance of survival.

Then, without any hesitation, he resolutely pulled out the rope-patterned knife from his waist and began to dig hard on the ground. His arm muscles were as tight as if they were made of steel, and every time he swung the knife and shovel, he contained unwavering strength. That strength was his desire to survive and his fight against fate. Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain, but he didn't care at all, just focused on digging. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to create a chance for himself to survive. After a lot of arduous efforts, a big pit finally appeared in front of him.

Then, he began to search around with full concentration. His eyes were as sharp as those of an eagle, and he carefully searched every corner around him. His eyes were full of vigilance and concentration, and he did not miss any possible clues. Finally, he found a few thick and sturdy wood. He carefully sharpened the tip of the wood with a rope-grained knife. His focused expression was as if he was carefully carving a unique and precious work of art, striving for perfection in every detail. In his hand, the knife flashed, sawdust flew, and his heart was full of hope for survival. Then, he carefully inserted the sharpened wood into the bottom of the pit, and a simple trap was initially completed.

Wang Xunhai stood there quietly, thinking for a moment. His mind was like a movie playing, constantly thinking about the next detailed plan. He was thinking about how to make better use of this trap and how to better deal with the upcoming danger. Then, he made full use of the vines and some thorns covered with sharp thorns at his side, and began to carefully weave a huge net. His fingers flexibly shuttled between the vines and thorns, as if playing a melody of life.

He carefully divided the four sides of the net into four corners, and then hung them firmly on four thick branches, so that the net was firmly suspended in the air, forming a potential defense line that seemed inconspicuous but actually concealed mysteries. After doing all this, Wang Xunhai took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner tension. He knew that the next battle would be more brutal, and he had to stay calm and sober to have a chance to defeat the enemy.

He mustered up his courage, holding the rope-patterned knife tightly in his hand, and moved forward step by step, slowly going deeper into the forest. His goal was clear and definite, which was to find the monsters hiding in the forest and launch a thrilling hunting operation against them. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step was full of determination and courage.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew quietly, and the leaves rustled slightly. Wang Xunhai's face suddenly became solemn, and his muscles instantly tensed to the extreme, and he quickly entered a state of high alert. His eyes were full of vigilance, his ears stood up, and he listened carefully to everything around him.

He saw a black shadow rushing towards him at an alarming speed like lightning, so fast that he had almost no time to react. Facing the black shadow rushing towards him, Wang Xunhai raised his head fearlessly, his eyes full of determination to face death. He tightly grasped the rope pattern knife, his palms were already covered with sweat, and the sweat slowly slid down the handle. But his hands did not tremble at all, and he had only one belief in his heart, that is, to fight to the end.

The cold light reflected from the rope-patterned knife was cold and sharp, ruthlessly reflecting on the black shadow. As the light gradually illuminated, the black shadow gradually revealed its true appearance. It was an adult monster that was very similar to the previous small monster. This wolf-like monster was huge, standing there like a small mountain. Its hair stood up like hard steel needles, flashing a terrifying luster. That luster seemed like the flames from hell, which made people shudder.

It opened its bloody mouth and roared like thunder, reverberating throughout the forest. Wherever the sound waves reached, the leaves trembled, as if it wanted to completely devour everything in the world. Its eyes seemed to be burning with rage, and its terrifying eyes made people feel creepy. Wang Xunhai felt a sharp numbness on his scalp, and thought to himself: "It's over, the young one is here, and the old one is here too! Is the old one here to seek revenge?" His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and his breathing became rapid, but his eyes remained firm, without the slightest intention of retreating.