Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai stood quietly on the top of the mountain, his figure as straight as a pine tree, as if he was a natural part of the mountain, motionless. His resolute figure seemed to be a part of the mountain, blending into the surrounding environment. The mountain breeze blew gently, his clothes fluttered slightly, and the corners of his clothes swayed gently in the wind, but it did not affect his sculpture-like resolute figure at all.

Time passed silently like the sand in an hourglass, and the last rays of sunset gradually dissipated like the tide. The afterglow was like a dancer in his twilight years, slowly bowing out on the stage, until the night fell quietly like ink, shrouding the entire valley in a deep darkness. At this time, a large number of wolves began to appear in the valley, like ghosts in the darkness, quietly emerging.

Some of the skinny wolves were lying exhausted on the grass outside the cave, their bodies limp and powerless, as if they had exhausted all their strength, and even their breathing seemed so heavy. Their fur looked messy and dull in the dim moonlight, as if it was a tattered piece of cloth forgotten by time.

Their eyes revealed endless fatigue and confusion, as if telling of the hardships and sufferings they had experienced. Some of them were vigilantly observing their surroundings, with a hint of uneasiness in their eyes, and their ears trembling from time to time, as if they were trying to catch any potential danger signals. Their bodies were tense, and their muscles were trembling slightly, as if they were ready to deal with any possible crisis at any time, like an arrow on a string, ready to be fired at any moment.

Some of the sturdy wolves carefully hid in the caves, their steps light and cautious, as if they were looking for a sense of security, afraid of disturbing something. The shadows in the cave covered most of their bodies, leaving only a pair of eyes that were gleaming with a faint light. Those eyes were like mysterious gems in the darkness, emitting a strange light.

Some wandered in the valley, their steps were steady and powerful, and every step showed their strength. They held their heads high, majestic, and their hair shone with a silver luster in the moonlight, as if they were wearing a layer of cold armor. The armor exuded a cold breath under the moonlight, which made people shudder.

Wang Xunhai's eyes were fixed on a stone in the center of the valley. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could penetrate the darkness and see through everything. He saw the most robust wolf, sleeping on the stone without any defense. Its breathing was even and deep, as if it had entered a peaceful dream. The wolf's body was huge, and the lines of its muscles were clearly visible in the moonlight. Each muscle contained great power and exuded a strong sense of oppression, which was daunting.

Wang Xunhai saw this and tightly grasped the rope-patterned knife in his hand. The handle seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his hand. His palms were slightly sweaty, and the sweat slowly slid down the handle, leaving a wet mark on the handle. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. The breath turned into a cloud of white mist in the cold night sky and dissipated in an instant, as if it had never existed. Then, he jumped with a firm look in his eyes and ran down the mountain like an arrow from a bow. His figure was like a flash of lightning in the moonlight, swift and decisive, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind, which echoed in the valley, as if it was a battle song played by nature for him.

At the same time, a cool breeze blew, bringing with it the chill of the night. The wind was like icy fingers, gently brushing across everything in the valley, leaving a trace of coolness wherever it went.

The wind blew through the grass, and the grass rustled, as if whispering something. The wind blew through the branches, and the branches swayed gently, as if trembling for the upcoming battle. The wolf with the largest body seemed to have sensed something, and its ears trembled slightly. The trembling was so slight that it was almost imperceptible if not carefully observed. Then, it slowly raised its head, and a sense of majesty was revealed in its eyes. It was an innate kingly aura, as if announcing that it was the master of this valley. It was the boss of the Cangming Wolves - the Cangming Wolf King! The Cangming Wolf King stood up from the stone. Its posture was tall and mighty, and it exuded a chilling aura.

Its sturdy limbs were like solid stone pillars, supporting its huge body. Every step it took made the earth tremble. It opened its bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar. The roar was like a thunder, echoing in the valley. Wherever the sound waves reached, the rocks seemed to tremble slightly. The sand and stones on the ground were stirred up by the sound waves, spreading in the air, forming a hazy dust. The roar immediately woke up the wolves in the valley, and the whole valley was instantly shrouded in a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come.

When the skinny wolves heard the roar, they immediately became manic. Their eyes turned blood red, which looked particularly strange in the moonlight. Their fangs flashed coldly in the moonlight, like the scythe of the god of death.

They rushed towards Wang Xunhai like a tide, and the momentum seemed to devour him completely. Their claws scraped across the ground, making a harsh friction sound, the sound was like the roar of evil spirits in hell, and the mouths made a low roar, full of wildness and madness. Wang Xunhai showed no fear, and the knife in his hand made a gorgeous knife flower. Under the moonlight, the knife flower was like a blooming silver flower, beautiful and deadly.

The blade flashed with a cold light, as if it was thirsty for blood. When a skinny wolf rushed towards him, he chopped it down without hesitation. The action was clean and neat, without any hesitation.

The sharp blade cut the wolf in half, and the wolf's body was instantly split into two. Blood spurted out like a fountain, forming a bloody arc in the night sky. The warm blood fell on the cold ground, making a slight "tick-tick" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent valley. The sound was like the bell of death, announcing the disappearance of life.

Amid the blood flying everywhere, Wang Xunhai did not flinch at all. His eyes burned with a determined flame that seemed to burn away all the darkness. He rushed forward like a brave lion. Two more wolves blocked his way without knowing whether to live or die. Wang Xunhai's eyes were stern, and they seemed to freeze everything and make time stand still. He quickly stepped on the head of one of the wolves with his left foot, and with the force of the force, he jumped up. His body drew a beautiful arc in the air. The arc was as gorgeous as a rainbow, but full of deadly danger.

At the same time, he kicked the other skinny wolf that was rushing towards him with a sweeping kick with his right leg. The wolf's body flew out like a cannonball and hit a rock heavily, making a dull sound. Some cracks suddenly appeared on the rock, and the broken stones rolled down, and the broken stones fell to the ground like a meteor shower. This series of movements was smooth and graceful, like a dance, but full of deadly power. In just a few breaths, he had broken through many obstacles and came in front of the tall Cangming Wolf King.