Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the forest, a thrilling and fierce chase is unfolding as fiercely as a raging fire.

This forest is like a sleeping giant immersed in a long dream. There is a solemn atmosphere in the tranquility. The dense branches and leaves are intertwined to form a natural green barrier, tightly isolating the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

The sunlight is like a tenacious warrior, struggling to penetrate the gaps between the layers of branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a touch of mystery to the forest.

The Purple Vermilion Bird had only one firm obsession in its heart at the moment, which was to do its utmost to get rid of the ghostly figure behind it. It used all its strength without reservation, completely disregarding any other factors, and desperately fled forward. Its wings flapped rapidly and violently, the frequency was as fast as the lightning that suddenly flashed across the night sky, so fast that it was almost difficult for people to catch it. The strong wind raised by the wings swept past, and the surrounding leaves were rolled up one after another, swirling in the air, and then helplessly fell to the ground.

The moment the leaves fell, time seemed to stop. The whole forest was immersed in this extremely tense atmosphere, and even the air seemed to become heavy.

Wang Xunhai knew in his heart that he must not let the Purple Vermilion Bird escape so easily. He clearly understood that this operation was of great significance and of great importance, and there could be no room for error. He had to seize the initiative and launch a powerful offensive with a thunderous force to force the Purple Vermilion Bird to stay where it was.

He resolutely raised the incomplete and weathered sword in his hand, his eyes revealing his unwavering determination and determination to face death. The broken sword flashed with a bone-chilling cold light under the bright sunshine, and the gaps and rust on the sword body seemed to silently tell the story of the past vicissitudes of life and the cruel and fierce battles.

Wang Xunhai rushed towards the group of golden paper cranes at an astonishing speed, like a lightning bolt that was extremely fast and unstoppable. The paper cranes glowed with mysterious and charming light under the sunlight. Their delicate folds and golden light complemented each other, and they were magnificent, like works of art in a dream. However, at this moment, they became obstacles on Wang Xunhai's way forward.

The broken sword and the thousand paper cranes collided violently, making a harsh metal collision sound. The sharp sound continued to echo in the silent forest, like a sharp whistle, instantly breaking the original tranquility of the forest.

Sparks flew everywhere, as brief and dazzling as brilliant fireworks, illuminating Wang Xunhai's resolute and courageous face.

With his overwhelming momentum, Wang Xunhai forcibly passed through the heavy encirclement of the thousand paper cranes. His figure was like a violent whirlwind, and wherever he went, the thousand paper cranes scattered, fluttering like golden snowflakes, flying all over the sky. Then, he landed steadily on the ground, and the ground under his feet trembled slightly, raising a cloud of dust.

Dust flew wildly under the sunlight, and Wang Xunhai's figure was looming in the dust, like a fearless warrior returning triumphantly from a cruel battlefield. He raised his head, his eyes were like torches, and he stared closely at the Purple Vermilion Bird in front of him, which was still running wildly and recklessly. His eyes were full of firm determination to win, as if the Purple Vermilion Bird was already in his pocket and had nowhere to escape.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Xunhai quickly took out several clay pot bombs that were flashing blue light from his waist.

These clay pot bombs exude a mysterious and dangerous aura. The faint blue light appears particularly strange and eerie in the dark forest, as if it contains endless powerful power, which makes people shudder.

There are some strange and mysterious symbols engraved on the surface of the clay pot bomb. These symbols appear even more mysterious under the blue light, as if hiding some unknown secrets.

Wang Xunhai didn't hesitate at all. He gritted his teeth and threw them at the Purple Vermilion Bird with all his strength.

Those clay pot bombs drew several graceful and deadly arcs in the air, approaching the Purple Vermillion Bird with a terrifying breath of death, as if they were arrows of judgment by fate, shooting mercilessly towards the target.

When Zi Zhuque noticed the clay pot bomb coming through the air, he snorted coldly, with a trace of disdain and contempt in his eyes.

In his opinion, these clay pot bombs were just insignificant tricks, not enough to pose any substantial threat to him. He waved his sleeves, and the sleeves instantly became longer, like a smart and sharp whip, with a whistling sound, and swung fiercely in front of him.

With a loud "bang", the clay pot bombs were torn apart in an instant, and the fragments flew everywhere, scattering on the ground like broken stars.

The fragments of the bomb flickered eerily under the sunlight, as if they were silent witnesses of this fierce battle, quietly recording every moment.

However, after the clay pot exploded in the air, the powerful blast wave rushed towards Zi Zhuque with overwhelming force. This force was far beyond Zi Zhuque's expectations. He had no time to make any effective reaction and was directly knocked away by the violent blast wave. His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, knocking down several large trees in succession.

The trees shook violently under his impact, and leaves fluttered down in a green rain. The leaves danced in the air, as if it was a tragic and beautiful dance presented by nature to this fierce battle. The rustling of leaves and the roar of battle intertwined to form a unique and shocking symphony that echoed in the forest.

At the same time, the Golden Phoenix in his hand also flew out of his hand and flew away. The Golden Phoenix uttered a mournful cry, which was shrill and miserable, as if it felt endless sorrow for its unfortunate fate, and also added a sad and heavy color to this cruel battle.

Jin Xiaofeng's feathers were flying in the wind in a mess, and his eyes were full of fear and helplessness, which made people feel pity for him.

Wang Xunhai saw this scene and reacted quickly. His body was like an agile cheetah, his muscles tensed, and he instantly burst out with amazing strength. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up into the sky without hesitation. In mid-air, he was agile, like a free-flying eagle, and he came to Jin Xiaofeng accurately and hugged her tightly.

Jin Xiaofeng struggled desperately in his arms, trying to break free from his restraints, but Wang Xunhai's strength was not something she could easily resist.

Feeling Jin Xiaofeng's struggle in his arms, Wang Xunhai did not relax at all. He held Jin Xiaofeng tightly, as if he was holding his own life, and did not dare to slack off at all.

Then, he turned around without hesitation and ran away like an arrow. His figure quickly shuttled through the forest, appearing and disappearing between the trees, as elusive as a ghost. His footsteps were firm and powerful, making a dull sound when he stepped on the ground, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the forest, leaving only a messy battlefield, witnessing this thrilling and fierce battle.

The branches on the ground were broken, the leaves were scattered all over the ground, the soil was turned up, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, as if silently telling the intensity and cruelty of the battle, making people feel as if the thrilling scene was right in front of them.