Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The mighty lion's body was like a towering mountain, huge and heavy, and every inch of its muscles contained amazing power. Its thick fur shone with a golden luster under the sunlight, like a layer of solid armor, but at this moment it could not conceal its manic aura. This aura was like a turbulent undercurrent, surging around it, just like a volcano about to erupt violently, and could erupt with destructive power at any time. The surging sense of power was terrifying, as if the whole world was trembling under its anger.

Its ferocious face had eyes wide open, revealing endless anger and rage. Those eyes were like burning flames, fiery and crazy, as if everything in the world would become the object of its rage. It opened its bloody mouth, and its sharp teeth were like rows of sharp daggers, flashing with cold light. It waved its thick, pillar-like arms angrily, and every swing brought a sharp wind like a knife. The strong wind whistled past, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air came from the air, as if it could ruthlessly cut the air in front of it, forming a series of air flow fluctuations visible to the naked eye. The strong wind mercilessly slapped Wang Xunhai who was standing in front of it, and the majestic force seemed to crush everything in front of it into powder and destroy it without a trace.

Wang Xunhai's figure was like a dazzling golden lightning. At that critical moment, at a speed beyond the imagination of ordinary people, he appeared on the lion's head like a ghost. His posture was as agile as a smart dragon, his muscles were smooth and explosive, and every movement was full of power and beauty. His movements were as agile as an invisible breeze, light and fast, making it difficult to capture his figure. Every movement was smooth and natural, as if it was perfectly integrated with the breath between heaven and earth, reaching an extraordinary state of unity between man and nature. His figure drew a graceful arc in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world was left with only his shining figure.

The lion let out a deafening howl, and the sound was like a thunder that suddenly exploded in the vast sky. The sound waves spread rapidly around like invisible ripples, and its powerful force resounded through the sky and shook the whole world. The howl was mixed with endless painful emotions, and the pain was like a sharp blade that pierced through the human soul, making people deeply feel the torment it endured. In this howl, it seemed to contain the unwillingness to fate and the deep fear of the powerful opponent in front of it. Its voice kept echoing in the deep valley, as if it was telling the whole world about its tragic experience. The sad voice was like crying and complaining, which moved people and made them feel pity. Under the impact of the sound waves, the branches and leaves of the trees in the valley shook violently, as if they were also lamenting the fate of the lion.

Wang Xunhai held the extremely sharp sword tightly in his hand, and the blade flashed with a chilling cold light in the bright sunshine. The cold light was like the glaciers in the Arctic that had not melted for thousands of years, exuding a daunting atmosphere. The lines on the sword were fine and delicate, as if it contained endless mysterious power. He stabbed the sword into the lion's head without hesitation. The sword was like a lightning that was extremely fast, and it penetrated the lion's head in an instant. The lion's eyes were suddenly filled with extreme fear, and that fear was like an endless dark abyss, which instantly swallowed up its heart and made it fall into deep despair. It roared in horror: "I have no grudges against you, why do you do this to me?" Wang Xunhai's face was as cold as ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and his eyes revealed a chilling chill that seemed to freeze people's blood instantly. He said coldly: "Now this sword is stuck on your head. If you keep still, you will not be attacked. But if you dare to move, you will die without a burial place." His voice was cold and firm, without any emotional fluctuations, as if it was the voice of judgment from hell, which made people shudder. Every word was like a cold nail, deeply piercing the lion's heart, making it dare not have the slightest thought of resistance.

Hearing this, the lion's body began to tremble violently, its limbs trembling constantly, as if it was being suppressed by an invisible powerful force, and it dared not to resist at all. Its eyes were full of despair and helplessness, and its eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any vitality. It had clearly seen its tragic end, which was an indescribable fear and despair. Its breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to be in great pain.

Wang Xunhai saw this and his figure was as fast as lightning, disappearing in the blink of an eye. He leaped down from the lion's head gracefully, his movements light and graceful, like a holy lotus blooming in the wind. His sleeves fluttered in the wind, making a slight rustling sound. He landed steadily on the ground, his footsteps as light as a weightless feather, and there was no sound when he landed, as if his body was as light as air. After he stood firm, he continued to walk forward with an expressionless face. His firm steps seemed to declare to everyone that his goal was unwavering, no one could stop him, and his faith was as indestructible as steel. His figure cast a long shadow under the sunlight, appearing lonely and powerful.

Beside Lion Rock, the mythical beasts from the Bulao Mountain were all frightened out of their wits by the scene before them. Their bodies trembled violently and involuntarily, as if they were in an extremely cold place with ice and snow, and the cold quickly spread from the depths of their hearts to every corner of their bodies. Their hair stood on end, and their eyes were filled with fear. They could only watch Wang Xunhai slowly walk towards the diffuse smoke, their eyes filled with endless fear. The fear was like a rapidly spreading plague, spreading wildly among them, making them feel as if they were cast under a spell, unable to move at all.

They looked at each other in fear, and each other's eyes revealed a deep helplessness and despair. They all knew in their hearts that this matter was far beyond their capabilities, and they could not compete with the extremely powerful person in front of them. In front of Wang Xunhai, they seemed so small and fragile, like vulnerable ants. Only those powerful figures at the level of ancestors could stop Wang Xunhai's steps, and if they rashly stepped forward, they would just die in vain. They knew this very well, so they could only silently watch Wang Xunhai's back gradually disappear in the diffuse smoke, with endless fear and uneasiness in their hearts. The diffuse smoke seemed to be an unbridgeable gap, completely separating them from Wang Xunhai, and completely burying the hope in their hearts, making them fall into deep despair. In the diffuse smoke, their figures seemed smaller and more blurred, as if they could be swallowed by this endless fear at any time.