Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai was like a sharp lightning that cut through the dark night. He suddenly jumped up from the ground without any warning. His posture was as agile as a leaping dragon, and his momentum was as majestic as a surging wave. In the dark night sky, his figure was like a dazzling star, shining brightly and attracting attention. He held the rope-patterned knife tightly. The mysterious patterns on the blade were like an ancient and mysterious talisman, which seemed to contain endless and profound power and exuded a chilling breath that made people tremble with fear.

The blade shone with a cold light, like a falling star. The cold light seemed to have the terrifying magic power to freeze everything around it instantly. On his shoulders, he carried the huge and heavy body of the half-pulled Cangming Wolf King. From the wound on the body, warm blood flowed out like a spring, falling drop by drop on the ground. The splashed blood quietly bloomed in the dark night, like evil flowers, exuding a creepy breath, as if silently telling the tragic and bloody battle.

The cold moonlight slowly fell like a soft veil, illuminating the entire valley as bright as day. Wang Xunhai looked down from above, and saw many dark wolves leaping up recklessly like a surging black torrent. They bared their teeth and claws, and their eyes revealed endless ferocity and madness. Their sharp fangs flashed with a cold light in the moonlight, as if they wanted to ruthlessly tear and devour everything in front of them.

Their eyes were filled with hatred for Wang Xunhai, and the strong anger seemed to break through the sky and tear Wang Xunhai into pieces before they could calm the burning hatred in their hearts. The fur of these Cangming Wolves trembled slightly in the moonlight, as if their anger had made their bodies unable to control themselves, and every hair seemed to be telling of their anger and unwillingness.

Wang Xunhai's eyes were as cold as frost that had not melted for thousands of years. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, they looked even deeper and more chilling. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate a person's soul and freeze it in endless cold. He swung the rope-patterned knife in his hand vigorously, and the knife light danced in the night sky like a silver snake, carrying a majestic momentum that could destroy the world.

Each strike was as swift as thunder, and extremely powerful. The blade slashed through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was a declaration of death. One after another, the Cangming Wolf was cut in two by his blade, and blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading in the air and forming a thick blood mist. The strong and pungent smell of blood made people's stomachs churn and nausea. The bloody smell in the air made people feel as if they were in a hellish scene, and every breath was filled with the smell of death.

Wang Xunhai clamped the rope-patterned knife tightly under his armpit, and moved as swiftly as a monkey, freeing up one hand. A trace of imperceptible caution flashed in his eyes, and he quickly took the precious pills into his palm one by one. His fingers moved flexibly, carefully touching each pill, as if feeling the mysterious power they contained. Those pills emitted a faint light under the moonlight, and seemed to contain infinite mysteries. Each pill seemed to be a mysterious little world, waiting to be explored and discovered.

Then, he carefully put the pills into his arms as if he was protecting a rare treasure, as if these pills were the most precious and scarce treasures in the world, and there was no room for error. Then, he swooped down from the sky like a meteor, like an extraordinary and majestic eagle. He held the rope-patterned knife tightly with his backhand, and the tip of the knife flashed with a cold light, pointing directly at the head of the huge wolf below. A powerful aura permeated around his body, as if it could suppress everything and make people afraid. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and the sound seemed to be the melody of a war song, showing his fearlessness and strength.

At this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up on his body. The light was so brilliant that it enveloped him. He rushed towards the Great Cang Ming Wolf below at a jaw-dropping and incredible speed, like a shining pure white bullet. With a loud "bang", Wang Xunhai instantly penetrated the body of the Great Cang Ming Wolf like an indestructible lightning, passing through the back. The powerful impact swept through the flesh and blood like a violent storm, and the bloody smell spread. The whole valley was shrouded in this strong bloody smell. Wang Xunhai landed steadily under the belly of the Great Cang Ming Wolf. A trace of uncontrollable excitement flashed in his eyes. Looking at the demon pill the size of a persimmon that he had just plundered from the body of the Great Cang Ming Wolf, his heart was filled with indescribable joy. The demon pill exuded a mysterious light, as if it contained endless power. The air around it seemed to tremble slightly because of the light of the demon pill, as if announcing its extraordinaryness to the world. The corners of his mouth could not help but slightly rise, revealing an extremely proud and unrestrained smile, which was filled with a bit of disdain for everything in the world, as if nothing in this world could catch his eye, and he was the master of this world.

Then, he stood up without hesitation, his figure flashed like a ghost, turned into a shadow, and rushed forward like an arrow. His speed was faster than expected, like a violent gust of wind, and he ran out of the valley in a flash. His figure quickly shuttled in the moonlight, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only a vague afterimage, as if he had never appeared here. In the valley, the Cangming Wolves stood there blankly, their eyes full of anger and helplessness.

They stared at each other with their eyes wide open, and let out a low and suppressed roar. The sound kept echoing in the valley, lingering for a long time, like a sad elegy. Their hair fluttered in the wind, and their eyes revealed endless sadness and anger. The sound contained endless anger and grief, as if they were accusing their fate. Their claws left traces on the ground, as if they were trying to catch the figure that had already gone away.

They couldn't speak, and couldn't express their anger and grief in words. They could only watch Wang Xunhai, the uninvited guest, suddenly break in, ruthlessly kill many of their companions, and then turn around and leave. This scene was too despicable and shameless, but they had no choice but to roar angrily on the spot, venting the volcanic anger and endless unwillingness in their hearts. The angry roar seemed to shatter the entire valley, immersing the land in their grief and anger. The mountain wind seemed to be wailing for their experience, and the whole valley was shrouded in a sad atmosphere.