Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The old wolf-like monster was like a completely mad and violent beast, rushing towards the giant net carefully constructed by dense thorns and intertwined vines with an extremely ferocious and desperate attitude. Every muscle in its body was tense to the extreme, as hard as if it was made of steel, and it continuously burst out with seemingly endless powerful strength.

The seemingly indestructible net was instantly shattered under its powerful impact, as fragile as a piece of paper that could not withstand a single blow, and was easily torn apart. Then, it was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, or an arrow that had been shot from a bow, galloping forward at an astonishing speed, so fast that it was jaw-dropping and unbelievable.

Its eyes, as big as copper bells, were like two balls of blazing flames, filled with furious flames, as if to burn everything in front of it to ashes and turn it into nothingness. Its nostrils kept twitching violently, and its extremely sharp sense of smell allowed it to closely follow the familiar and unforgettable smell. At this moment, there was only one unshakable thought in its heart, which was to find Wang Xunhai and vent all the anger that had been pent up in its heart on him without reservation.

Wang Xunhai was standing quietly on a mountaintop that towered into the clouds. His expression was as cold as ice, and his cold eyes were like a torch, like an extremely sharp sword. He stared closely at the approaching wolf-shaped monster, without even a trace of fear in his eyes. His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, like a majestic mountain that stood tall and unshakable. He exuded a majestic aura that could not be ignored, as if he was the absolute master of this world, controlling everything.

The wolf-shaped monster was extremely agile and moved as swiftly as the wind. It climbed the steep slope as if it were walking on flat ground, with amazing ease. Its sharp claws were deeply embedded in the hard rocks, and every climb was accompanied by an unwavering determination and fearless courage. It rushed towards the mountain at an astonishing speed, bringing up a cloud of flying dust wherever it passed. The dust filled the air, making the entire hillside look hazy and mysterious, as if shrouded in a thin veil.

Wang Xunhai showed no fear. He raised the precious sword with ancient rope patterns in his hand steadily. The sword flashed with a cold and piercing light under the sunlight, as if it could freeze everything. His eyes revealed his unwavering determination and determination to face death, as if he was fully prepared for a life-and-death battle with the monster. He slapped a huge rolling stone beside him without hesitation. The rolling stone stood there quietly like a heavy hill, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

The sword and the rolling stone collided with each other, making a dull thunderous sound, which echoed in the valley for a long time. The rolling stone was hit so hard that it immediately rolled down the hillside like a thunderbolt. Wherever it passed, the rocks collapsed with a series of crisp sounds, and the trees fell down with a dull roar. The momentum was so great that it seemed as if the whole world was shaking.

The old wolf-shaped monster had no intention of retreating. Its eyes were filled with almost crazy persistence, and it continued to rush forward regardless of everything, as if in its world, nothing could stop it from moving forward. It had only one belief in its heart, which was to break through all obstacles and find Wang Xunhai.

Wang Xunhai saw this, and his hands did not stop moving at all. His arms were like precise machines, strong and powerful, continuously knocking down one stone after another. The stones rolled down like dense raindrops, with great momentum, like thousands of horses galloping. The entire hillside was shaken by this powerful and shocking force, making bursts of roars, as if the earth was shaking and groaning in pain.

Finally, under the powerful impact of many rolling stones, the old wolf-shaped monster was unable to dodge and was hit hard by one of the huge rolling stones. Its body was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a miserable arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. Blood gushed out of its mouth like a spring, dyeing the surrounding land a shocking red. The blood spread on the ground, forming a series of horrible bloodstains, just like a series of winding poisonous snakes, which was horrible and unbearable to look at.

However, this old wolf-like monster did not give up easily. Its vitality was beyond imagination. It struggled to stand up with difficulty, and its eyes revealed a trace of fear and deep unwillingness that was difficult to conceal. The eyes that were once full of rage now also had a trace of subtle fear. Its body kept shaking, as if it was in great pain, but it still did not give up and tried to stand up again.

However, the moment that could not be avoided finally came. Although it was unwilling, it could not help but realize its own weakness and insignificance. Helplessly, it could only face this cruel reality with frustration. The feeling of powerlessness was like a heavy yoke that tightly bound it. Then, it had to tuck its tail between its legs, turn around in disgrace, and flee in the direction of its own nest in a panic and embarrassment. Its figure gradually became blurred in the flying dust. The lonely back and the posture full of despair seemed to turn it into a pitiful soul ruthlessly abandoned by the whole world. Every step it took seemed so heavy and difficult, as if the weight of the whole world was pressing on it. The dust that was raised, like a symbol of its inner pain and helplessness, spread as it fled, gradually swallowing its figure. In this chaos, its existence became increasingly small and helpless, as if it could be completely wiped out by this cruel world at any time.

How could Wang Xunhai let it go so easily? His eyes flashed with a cold and merciless light, which carried a firm determination and ruthless indifference. He followed closely behind the old wolf-shaped monster, chasing it all the way. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to announce to the monster that its fate was doomed and it could not escape. His figure moved quickly on the hillside, bringing up a breeze, which seemed to contain a cold breath, making people shudder.

Finally, they came to the lair of the old wolf-like monster. Wang Xunhai showed an extremely cruel smile on his face, which revealed a chilling coldness and determination, as if silently announcing his victory. His eyes were full of confidence and pride, as if the monster had long been trapped in a jar in his eyes, with nowhere to escape. He walked slowly into the lair, the sword in his hand still flashing a cold light, which seemed to be a declaration of death, waiting to give the monster the final judgment.