Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai dragged his legs that seemed to be filled with heavy lead. Every step he took was extremely difficult. His legs seemed to carry the weight of the entire world, making his steps as heavy as if he was carrying an invisible but extremely heavy mountain. He moved forward very slowly. Every step he took seemed to be mercilessly pressed down by a huge rock. The huge pressure almost suffocated him, and the feeling of being overwhelmed followed him everywhere. His feet seemed to be held tightly by the endless gravity. He lifted them up with difficulty and then dropped them very heavily. Every time his feet touched the ground, it was like an extremely cruel contest, a struggle of great disparity in strength. The land under his feet, under the pressure of his lead-like footsteps, made a low and painful groan. The land trembled slightly, accompanied by a slight muffled sound, as if it was doing its best to resist this almost unbearable oppression. The sound seemed to be the earth weeping for this cruel fate, which made people feel sad.

In this oppressive atmosphere that made it almost impossible to breathe smoothly, a cultivator suddenly turned around without any warning. At that moment, time seemed to freeze suddenly, and everything around fell into a strange state of stillness, as if the whole world had stopped turning at this moment. His eyes were like a blazing charcoal fire, and the hot light gushed out from it like boiling magma. The light was so strong and so frightening. The red light contained an invisible and powerful force that was so terrifying that it seemed to devour people's souls mercilessly, making people shudder and a deep fear rose in their hearts. Then, without hesitation, he quickly drew out the knife from his waist at a jaw-dropping speed. In the bright sunshine, the knife flashed with a bone-chilling cold light, like a dazzling lightning that could tear through the endless darkness. It stabbed Wang Xunhai fiercely with a deadly threat at a lightning speed. Its speed is so fast, like lightning across the dark night sky, so fast that people's thinking can hardly keep up, and there is no time to make any effective reaction, putting people in extreme danger.

Wang Xunhai's reaction was as fast as lightning. His body was like a nimble cheetah, and he dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fatal blow. A puzzled expression appeared on his face involuntarily, and anger burned in his eyes like a blazing flame, and the flame of anger seemed to burn everything to ashes. He shouted at the cultivator: "It has come to this critical moment of life and death, and you are still trying to snatch something from me? You are a group of people who are hopeless, like mud that cannot be supported against the wall, without a trace of conscience and bottom line! What you have done is simply outrageous!"

However, the development of the matter far exceeded Wang Xunhai's expectations. Just as the cultivator who swung the knife at him just now, in that fleeting moment, was mercilessly stabbed straight through by another cultivator holding a spear. The cultivator who was originally regarded as a refugee showed an extremely angry look on his face. His teeth were clattering, and the flames of anger were burning wildly in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn everything to ashes. He squeezed out words full of hatred from between his teeth: "You crazy monster, I have been chasing you for a long time. Today I will completely wipe you out and make you pay an extremely painful price for your evil deeds! I will eat you alive! Make your skin into an indestructible armor, and use your demon pill as an excellent material for my cultivation, so that you will deeply repent your actions in endless pain! The sins you have committed will be punished as you deserve!"

Wang Xunhai was stunned for a moment, his eyes were full of astonishment, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in the world. He stared blankly at the soldier holding the spear in his hand, his brain was blank, his thoughts seemed to have completely stopped working at this moment, the whole world became blurred in his eyes, as if everything became unreal. The soldier's face was as cold as ice, his eyes were as cold as the water in a cold pond, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, as if he was a lifeless statue, cold and ruthless to the point of fear. He raised the spear in his hand and mercilessly stabbed the chest of the soldier who had fallen to the ground in front of him one shot after another. The blood splashed everywhere like a fountain, and the bright red blood drew shocking arcs in the air, dyeing a large area of ​​land bright red, like an extremely tragic bloody picture. The whole scene was horrible and unbearable to look at, as if even the surrounding air was solidified by this bloody scene, making people feel difficult to breathe, as if they were in a hell full of blood and terror.

Wang Xunhai subconsciously took a few steps back, his body trembling slightly, like a lonely, helpless, and crumbling leaf in the autumn wind, shivering in the cold wind, as if he might be swallowed by the cold autumn wind at any time. His brain was in a mess, and everything around him became blurred, as if shrouded in a thick fog, making it impossible for him to see the reality in front of him, as if everything had become illusory. After a long while, he shook his head vigorously as if he had woken up from a terrible nightmare, trying to wake himself up from this chaotic thought. His face showed an extremely shocked look, his eyes were full of fear and disbelief, as if his soul was occupied by fear at this moment, making him fall into deep fear. At this time, he was horrified to find that he was standing in front of a pile of corpses, holding the blood-stained knife tightly in his hand. The blood flowed slowly down the blade and gathered on the ground into a small shocking pool of blood. The pool of blood was like a bottomless red vortex, which seemed to swallow up his soul as well, making him feel an unspeakable fear and despair.

The corpses lying on the ground were strangely floating up slowly. A strange and eerie atmosphere instantly filled the air, making people feel cold on their backs, as if they were in the cold abyss of hell. Some heads floated lightly in front of Wang Xunhai like weightless balloons. The faces of those heads showed a psychedelic and distorted expression, and they shouted hollowly: "You killed us, you plotted against us!" The voice seemed to come from the bottom of the abyss of hell, carrying endless resentment and pain, like a sharp blade, piercing people's hearts fiercely, making people shudder, and the hairs on their bodies stood up involuntarily. Fear quickly surged into his heart like a surging tide, completely drowning him, and making him fall into endless fear and despair, as if he could no longer escape this terrible fate.