Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The huge old wolf-like monster was like a dark shadow, dashing through the air at an unimaginable speed. Its body was as big as a mountain, but its movements were as agile as lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch its trace. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, and a sharp and piercing whistle sounded, as if the monster was challenging everything in the world. It was surrounded by a strong and almost suffocating evil spirit, which seemed to be real, spreading like a thick black fog, and madly pounced on Wang Xunhai.

The monster's body was tall and mighty, just like a towering hill, giving people an endless sense of oppression. Its taut muscle lines were as clear as sculptures, and each muscle contained explosive power, as if it could completely crush everything in front of it at any time. Every step it took was accompanied by an earth-shaking momentum, and the ground trembled slightly, making a dull roar, as if announcing its invincible power, as if it wanted to ruthlessly crush and destroy all life on this land.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xunhai's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted sternly: "You are still getting excited!" There was a flash of determination in his eyes, a kind of determination to face death with indifference, like a blazing flame, hot and bright, as if it could burn away all the darkness in the world.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the mysteriously shining Rope Pattern Sword. The blade drew a cold arc in the air, just like a bright meteor in the night sky, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present. Then, a pure energy like snow rushed out of his body like a surging tide. This energy was endless and powerful, and quickly attached to the Rope Pattern Sword. The whole sword exuded a dazzling pure white light. The light was dazzling, like a scorching sun hanging high in the sky, completely dispelling the surrounding darkness and illuminating this dangerous space as bright as day.

Wang Xunhai shouted loudly, and the sound was like thunder, which kept echoing in the deep valley, making people's eardrums buzz, as if they were about to be torn apart by the sound. He waved the rope-patterned knife and slashed at the old wolf-shaped monster with a thunderous force. His movements were smooth, natural and powerful. Every move contained the results of his many years of practice and rich combat experience, as if he had merged with the knife in his hand, and the man and the knife were one, reaching a state of natural perfection. Between the flashes of the knife, the cold light overflowed, and the cold breath spread, making people shudder, as if they were in the ice and snow. However, the old wolf-shaped monster reacted very quickly, and its eyes revealed a breath of cruelty and cunning. At the moment when the rope-patterned knife was about to chop it, it suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and its sharp teeth flashed with a cold light. The teeth were like a sharp dagger, exuding a deadly threat. It bit the rope-patterned knife tightly, and its powerful bite force was amazing, as if nothing in the world could escape its sharp teeth. In an instant, Wang Xunhai seemed to be firmly restrained by a huge force and could not move. His arms were bulging with veins due to excessive force, and his muscles were as tight as crawling earthworms. However, even so, he still could not break free from the bite of the old wolf-shaped monster.

Wang Xunhai gnashed his teeth and said, "You old bones! Don't embarrass yourself there!" His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, which was the extreme dissatisfaction with his current situation and the deep hatred for this ferocious monster. His words revealed a kind of determination, as if he would never bow his head even in a desperate situation.

The old wolf-like monster let out a deafening roar, and the sound seemed to have the power to penetrate the soul, causing fear and trembling in the depths of people's hearts. The sound waves spread in the air, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, like circles of rippling water waves.

The surrounding trees were shaken by this powerful force, and the leaves fell one after another, as if a green rain was falling. At the same time, the rope-patterned knife in Wang Xunhai's hand also began to tremble violently, as if it was fighting a fierce battle with the power of the old wolf-shaped monster.

Wang Xunhai only felt a strong impact coming from his arm, like a raging torrent, rushing recklessly into his body. His internal organs were hit hard, and a sharp pain came instantly, as if countless sharp blades were stirring wildly in his body, causing him unbearable pain and almost fainting.

A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth involuntarily, and the blood drew an arc in the air, like a sad and beautiful blooming blood flower, and then fell to the ground, dyeing the ground bright red, which was shocking.

Wang Xunhai's body retreated involuntarily, his steps staggering and swaying, like a drunk man who had lost control of his body. He retreated several steps in succession, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with each step, and the footprint seemed to still retain his strength and determination. After a difficult struggle, he barely managed to stabilize his body.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like a piece of parchment eroded by time. Beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead like beads that had broken off the string, but his eyes still flashed with a determined light, like a beacon in the dark night, even in this stormy predicament, it still illuminated his way forward and guided him to move forward courageously.

Wang Xunhai gasped and said, "Am I going to fail here today? I'll fight!" Although his voice was a little weak, the firm belief contained in it did not diminish in the slightest.

But the old wolf-like monster did not give up. It raised its head and let out a shrill howl. The sound echoed in the valley for a long time, and the lingering sound was creepy, as if it was a call from hell. Then, it pounced on Wang Xunhai again with overwhelming force. Its speed was as fast as lightning, and its figure was like a ghost, illusory and elusive. At this moment, Wang Xunhai knew that he was already between life and death. If he was not careful, he would die and disappear from this world. But he did not have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, he held the rope pattern knife tightly in his hand, and his eyes revealed a determination, ready to face this life-and-death battle. He had only one belief in his heart, that is, to fight to the end and never retreat. Even if there was a deep abyss ahead, he would jump down without hesitation, just for the hope of survival and for the persistence in his heart.