Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the deep maze filled with a thick and damp smell like thick fog, Wang Xunhai took heavy steps and moved forward with difficulty. Every step he took seemed like a heavy burden was ruthlessly pressing on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to move forward.

The air here seems to be firmly imprisoned by moisture, like a heavy and huge mountain, with its majestic pressure, crushing people's hearts, making people almost breathless and suffocating. The walls around seem to be soaked in endless water for years, and the wet surface is covered with fine water droplets. Those water droplets are like pearls that have broken off the string, each one is crystal clear and flashing a faint light. They flow slowly down the wall, making a slight ticking sound, as if it is the footsteps of time passing.

These water droplets gathered on the muddy and slippery ground, forming small puddles of varying sizes and depths. The mud and water on the ground blended with each other, forming a chaotic scene, just like an abstract art painting, but without any aesthetic feeling. Every step you take is like stepping into a bottomless abyss. If you are not careful, you will slip and fall into a dilemma from which you cannot extricate yourself.

The air was filled with a strong, almost intoxicating smell of decay. It was so pungent, like a mixture of rotten food and moldy wood, making one's stomach churn and nausea surge into one's heart. It was as if the ruthless hand of time had mercilessly eroded everything, leaving behind a rotten smell. This smell was like a heavy cloud, lingering in this maze for a long time, like a shadow. No matter how hard Wang Xunhai tried, he couldn't dispel it, as if this smell had merged with the maze and become a part of it.

Wang Xunhai endured the extremely uncomfortable smell and groped his way forward in the maze with difficulty. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed uneasiness and fear. As the rotten smell gradually spread, the uneasiness and fear in his heart also grew wildly like weeds, constantly devouring his heart, making him feel extremely depressed and helpless.

At this moment, in the dead silence, without any sign, a zombie wolf with a body twisted to the point of being deformed suddenly appeared in front of Wang Xunhai in an unusually strange manner, like a ghost. The appearance of this wolf was extremely strange and creepy. Its deformed body seemed to be twisted by the power of darkness, and it exuded a smell of decay and evil.

Wang Xunhai's eyes suddenly became cold at that moment. His eyes, as sharp as cold stars, were like two cold blades, locking onto the monster in front of him without flinching. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination, as if he wanted to see through the rotten skin and see through all the secrets inside. All the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant, and every muscle seemed to be injected with infinite power, and he instantly entered a state of high alert combat. His body leaned forward slightly, like a beast about to pounce on its prey. The whole person was like a volcano about to erupt, containing endless power, ready to meet the upcoming battle at any time.

The zombie wolf let out a low and dull roar, which sounded like a roar from the depths of hell, full of evil and violent breath. It pounced towards Wang Xunhai with its fangs and claws bared, and its claws quickly swept through the air, bringing with it a gust of cold and biting wind. The sound of the wind was like the shrill howl of evil spirits from hell, which made people's backs involuntarily feel a layer of chill, as if the air around them was frozen by this chill.

However, Wang Xunhai was not afraid at all. His body was like a swift lightning, dodging the opponent's fierce attack with extremely flexible posture. His footsteps were light and agile, and he moved freely in this narrow and cramped space. His movements were smooth and natural, without any sense of delay, as if he had merged with this space. His figure flickered in the darkness, like an elf dancing in the wind. Every movement was full of rhythm and beauty, but also contained powerful power and lethality.

At the same time, Wang Xunhai's eyes were always fixed on the zombie Cangming Wolf's every move, not missing any extremely subtle flaws. His focused expression seemed as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only him and the powerful enemy in front of him. His brain was working rapidly, analyzing the opponent's attack pattern and weaknesses. His eyes were shining with wisdom, and he was waiting for the best time to counterattack, like an experienced hunter, patiently waiting for the moment when the prey showed a flaw.

After a thrilling and dangerous fight, Wang Xunhai finally succeeded in defeating the fierce zombie wolf with his iron-like perseverance and superb fighting skills. In this fierce battle, Wang Xunhai showed extraordinary courage and perseverance. Every move he made was full of strength and determination, and every attack he made hit the enemy's vital points accurately.

At the moment when the Cangming Wolf fell down, a dazzling light suddenly flashed by. Wang Xunhai subconsciously looked closely and saw an extremely exquisite flying knife lying quietly in the mess. The handle of the flying knife was inlaid with several dazzling gems, which flashed a charming and mysterious light in the weak light. The colors of those gems were different, some were like the deep blue of the starry sky, some were like the fiery red of flames, and some were like the fresh green of the grassland. They intertwined together to form a colorful light, as if telling an unknown legendary story.

The blade of the flying knife flashed with a cold light, which was like ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years. Just by looking at it, one could feel its sharpness and extraordinaryness. The lines of the blade were smooth and beautiful, as if it was a carefully carved work of art. The light from the blade was reflected on Wang Xunhai's face, reflecting his resolute expression.

Wang Xunhai carefully put away the flying knife. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if the flying knife was the most precious treasure in the world. He held the flying knife tightly in his hand, feeling its weight and temperature, as if the flying knife was the source of his strength. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and let his heartbeat and breathing gradually return to calm. Then, he continued to walk firmly into the depths of the maze. His figure seemed so firm and fearless in the dim maze, as if no difficulties could stop him from moving forward. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step stepped on the solid ground, making a dull sound, as if it was the echo of his firm belief in his heart.

Not long after he walked, a fierce fighting sound suddenly broke into his ears like a surging torrent. The sound was like a war drum being beaten vigorously, rapid and fierce, and each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart mercilessly, causing Wang Xunhai's heartbeat to accelerate rapidly involuntarily, as if the fierce rhythm had already merged into his blood like a tide, making his whole body tense up involuntarily. He quickened his pace without hesitation and rushed towards the direction of the sound as fast as the wind. The hurried footsteps kept echoing in the maze-like intricate passages, one after another, like the eager cry in his heart.

As he gradually approached, the scene in front of him finally appeared clearly in front of him. It turned out to be an old gray wolf, who was fighting a thrilling, life-and-death battle with another wolf with bloodshot eyes and a mad look. Although the old wolf had entered its twilight years, the vicissitudes of life had left clear traces on its body. Its body was slightly tired, and its hair had lost its former luster, but its eyes still firmly revealed an unyielding light, a will that had gone through countless storms and baptisms but was still tenacious. Although each of its movements seemed a little slow, it contained a kind of calmness and determination, as if each movement carried its life's past experience and wisdom. Although its posture was no longer agile, the majesty and tenacity emanating from its bones could not be ignored.

The crazy Cang Ming Wolf, like a violent beast whose sanity had been completely devoured by madness, attacked the old Cang Ming Wolf recklessly. Its eyes were filled with madness and an endless desire to kill. Its blood-red eyes seemed to be burning with the flames of hell. Every attack was a fatal threat, as if it wanted to completely destroy everything in front of it and turn it into ashes. Its movements were crazy and chaotic, with no rules at all, but with its crazy power, it brought tremendous pressure to the old Cang Ming Wolf.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Xunhai's eyes flashed with a firm light, and he decisively joined the fierce battle. There seemed to be an invisible tacit understanding between him and the old Cangming Wolf, and they understood each other. At that moment, their eyes met, as if conveying a silent message, a determination to fight against a strong enemy together. Their movements were coordinated and seamless, as if they were comrades who had fought side by side for many years. They worked closely together and launched a desperate fight with the crazy Cangming Wolf. With every attack, they were determined to kill and mercilessly launched a fatal attack on the enemy. Their moves were like a storm, swift and powerful, making the crazy Cangming Wolf overwhelmed. With every defense, they were full of a strong desire for life, and stubbornly resisted the enemy's crazy attack. Their bodies were like a solid fortress. No matter how fierce the enemy's attack was, they held their line of defense and never retreated.

Their sweat fell like raindrops, and every drop of sweat witnessed their struggle and efforts. The sweat soaked their clothes and flowed down their cheeks, but they didn't care at all. Every drop of sweat contained their unyielding will and tenacious spirit, which was their persistent pursuit of victory. In this fierce battle, their figures were like burning flames, illuminating the entire battlefield. Their shouts resounded through the sky like thunder, shaking everyone's heart.

After a hard and arduous battle, they finally succeeded in completely destroying the crazy Cang Ming Wolf.

The battle finally came to an end. The old Cang Ming Wolf collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for air. Its body seemed to be devoured by endless fatigue. Every breath seemed so difficult and heavy. Its chest rose and fell violently, like a bellows, making a heavy wheezing sound.

However, despite its exhausted body, its eyes flashed with a deep gratitude, an emotion from the deepest part of its heart. Its eyes were fixed on Wang Xunhai, and it slowly opened its mouth and revealed its identity.

It turned out that it was the gravekeeper of the Cangming Wolf Clan, a position that carried an extremely heavy responsibility, shouldering the sacred mission of protecting the entire clan. Its voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of time, carrying an ancient and heavy breath, as if it was telling a history sealed by time.

The old Cang Ming Wolf told Wang Xunhai that in the deepest part of this humid labyrinth, the mother body of Cang Ming Wolf was hidden. The mother body was the core of the entire Cang Ming Wolf clan and was of vital importance. As long as it could be completely destroyed, the entire Cang Ming Wolf clan would be doomed and wiped out. The Cang Ming Wolf that was like a madman just now was the cold-blooded killer sent by the mother body. There was an irreconcilable contradiction between them, and they were mortal enemies who would fight to the death.

After hearing all this, Wang Xunhai could not help but feel a strong determination in his heart. He knew that no matter how complicated the relationship was, no matter how difficult and dangerous the obstacles were, he had to completely eradicate this huge threat and bring peace and tranquility to the world. So, he made the decision without hesitation to work together with the old Cangming Wolf to face the difficulties ahead.

At this moment, Wang Xunhai's eyes flashed with determination. He held the weapon tightly in his hand and marched firmly into the depths of the maze with the old Cangming Wolf. Their steps were steady and powerful, and every step was full of determination and courage, as if no force could stop them from moving forward.