Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai used up all his strength, and every muscle in his body was tense to the extreme, as if it was as hard as steel. Every muscle fiber was bearing unimaginable pressure, so that his body was trembling slightly. Just now, he had very hard to slowly lift up the half-body of the Cangming Wolf King, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The body of the wolf king was not only so heavy that it was almost unbearable, but also seemed to carry the entire weight of a mysterious and ancient world. The weight was like an invisible mountain, pressing people so hard that they could hardly breathe, as if even the air around them had become heavy.

The veins on Wang Xunhai's forehead bulged like a dragon, each vein clearly visible, as if trying to break free from the restraints of his skin. Sweat poured down like a rainstorm, quickly soaking his clothes, which clung tightly to his body, outlining his strong features. However, his eyes revealed a resolute determination, a persistence that would not give up until the goal was achieved. Those eyes seemed to burn with a raging flame, hot and bright, making people dare not look directly at them. Then, he turned around without hesitation, and his figure shot out with an indomitable momentum like an arrow that pierced through the darkness. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step left a deep footprint on the ground, rushing towards the distant unknown land, as if there was a mission ahead that he had to pursue.

At this moment of lightning, the more ferocious wolves rushed out of the deep, mysterious and chilly cave like ghosts hidden in the darkness. The cave was like a huge dark mouth, ready to devour everything at any time. The figures of the wolves were looming in the darkness, and their eyes were full of ferocity and brutality, which was a kind of indifference to life and a desire for blood. When they saw Wang Xunhai carrying half of the body of the wolf king, the anger in the eyes of some wolves was like a blazing flame, and the angry flame seemed to burn the whole world to ashes and turn it into a barren scorched earth. They let out a roar that resounded through the sky, and the sound was deafening, like a roar from the abyss of hell. The sound echoed in the valley, with endless resentment and madness, rushing forward recklessly, rushing towards Wang Xunhai like a tide, as if to completely drown him in this surging evil tide.

Wang Xunhai's face seemed to be frozen by a thousand years of frost, cold and resolute, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. His face seemed like a stone sculpture, cold and ruthless. He held the rope-patterned knife tightly in one hand, and the blade flashed with a cold light, which seemed to whisper its sharpness and ruthlessness, as well as the countless bloody killings it had experienced. This cold light was particularly dazzling in the darkness, as if it was a declaration of death. His eyes revealed a rock-hard determination and courage without retreat, a determination to face death with dignity. There seemed to be a kind of power in that look, a power that moved people and made them feel awed. When an extremely ferocious wolf pounced on him fiercely, he did not hesitate at all, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes. It was a kind of coldness to the enemy and a determination to be determined to himself, as if at this moment, his world only had fighting and victory. He decisively swung the knife and chopped it down, his movements were smooth and flowing, without a trace of dragging his feet. The knife light flashed through the darkness like lightning, instantly illuminating everything around. The wolf tried to bite the rope pattern knife with its sharp teeth, and its eyes revealed a sense of madness and greed, as if the knife was the prey it had always dreamed of. However, in a flash, Wang Xunhai released all the energy in his body, and the rope pattern knife suddenly burst out with brilliant and dazzling pure white energy. This powerful energy was like a surging wave, with the power to destroy everything, and it blew the wolf's head to pieces with a bang. The wolf's head instantly turned into debris all over the sky, falling like snowflakes. The scene was both sad and cruel, as if it was a painting full of blood and beauty.

Wang Xunhai did not hesitate. There was no hesitation or pity in his eyes, only a firm determination to his goal. His eyes were like torches, staring straight ahead, as if there was his lifelong pursuit. He threw the knife forward with force, and the knife flew into the distance like a flash of lightning. The blade drew a beautiful arc in the air, carrying Wang Xunhai's hope and determination.

Then, he reached out his hand at lightning speed and reached for the headless wolf. His movements were agile and accurate, and he carefully explored the wolf's throat. His focused expression seemed to be looking for the most precious treasure in the world. His fingers gently groped the wolf's throat, not missing any tiny place. Finally, he found the elixir he needed. Then, he continued to run forward desperately without stopping for a moment. His figure was like a flash of lightning in the wilderness, rushing forward quickly and firmly. His footsteps were as fast as the wind, and a cloud of dust was raised behind him. The dust formed a long tail behind him, as if it was a symbol of his courage to move forward.

Wang Xunhai looked up at the vast sky, and saw the rope-patterned knife flying forward at lightning speed like an extremely sharp javelin. The cold light flashing on the blade was particularly dazzling under the sunlight, just like the bright stars in the night sky.

The light illuminated his path and the hope in his heart. He did not hesitate to run after her. His steps were firm and powerful. Every step he took on the ground made a dull sound, as if it was the heartbeat of the earth. The heartbeat accompanied his steps, forming a unique rhythm, as if it was cheering him on.

At this moment, a wolf of astonishing size stood in front of him. The wolf's body was like a towering hill, emitting an overwhelming aura. Its fur was like a thick layer of armor, flashing with a strange light. It opened its bloody mouth wide, and its sinister teeth flashed with a chilling cold light that seemed to be able to freeze all life, making people shudder.

Its appearance was extremely terrifying, like a demon that escaped from hell, making people afraid. However, Wang Xunhai was not afraid at all. There was an unyielding flame burning in his eyes. The flame was hot and bright, enough to dispel any darkness. There was no fear in his heart, only the desire for victory. He suddenly exerted his strength, leaped up, and jumped bravely towards the wolf. His figure drew a graceful and sharp arc in the air, like a bright and dazzling meteor, carrying endless hope and courage. The arc flashed with golden light under the sunlight, as if it was the dawn of his victory.

Seeing this, the wolf immediately opened its mouth and tried to swallow Wang Xunhai. A low roar came from the depths of its throat, and the sound seemed to be a call of death, full of despair and fear. The sound filled the air, making people feel deeply depressed.

However, Wang Xunhai's reaction was as fast as lightning. He kicked the wolf's teeth without hesitation. There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the wolf's teeth broke instantly and flew out.

The teeth flashed a cold light in the sunlight, and then disappeared into the darkness. It let out a miserable howl, which echoed in the wilderness like a tragic movement, making people shudder. The howl seemed to be its last struggle, and also an expression of its fear of Wang Xunhai. With the help of this impact force, Wang Xunhai jumped up again with all his strength, and his body rushed into the sky like a cannonball.

His eyes were full of determination, as if nothing could stop him. His body continued to rise in the air, as if he was going to break through the constraints of the sky. Finally, he successfully grasped the rope-patterned sword hanging in the air. The cold touch of the blade made him feel an inexplicable power in his heart, and that power flowed through his body like a warm current. He held the handle of the knife tightly, as if he was holding his own destiny, at that moment.