Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai slowly raised his head, his weather-beaten face looking particularly resolute at the moment. He looked firmly at Madam Feng in front of him, revealing a sense of determination in his eyes, as if nothing in the world could shake his determination. He said word by word: "I am fighting at the Grandmaster level." The words were loud and resounding, echoing in the air, as if carrying an invisible force. As soon as the words fell, his eyes became sharper, like a sword unsheathed, flashing a cold light, as if he had made a certain determination, a determination that was desperate.

Then, Wang Xunhai quickly reached into his arms. His movements were agile and decisive, without any hesitation. His eyes were fixed on the front, and his focused expression seemed as if the whole world only had his goal. After taking out some things from his arms, he held a bead in his left hand, which exuded a mysterious atmosphere. The bead was round and smooth, and there seemed to be a faint light flowing on the surface. Looking closely, you can find that there is a power of the Nether Wolf Mother slowly flowing on the bead. The power is like an undercurrent, seemingly calm, but in fact it contains huge energy, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

In his right hand, he took out a clay pot bomb made of the Nether Wolf's elixir. This clay pot bomb looked inconspicuous, with some mottled marks on its rough surface, as if it had experienced a lot of wind and rain. However, such a seemingly ordinary clay pot contained huge energy. Wang Xunhai stared at the clay pot bomb in his hand, without any fear in his eyes, only determination and resoluteness. Without any hesitation, he threw the clay pot bomb forward.

The clay pot bomb drew an arc in the air, carrying Wang Xunhai's determination and courage, and flew to the unknown future. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the clay pot bomb, their hearts full of expectation and tension.

Wang Xunhai's breathing became rapid, and his heartbeat seemed to echo in his ears. He knew that this throw would determine the fate of many people, as well as his own future. He clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination, as if he was waiting for that moment to come.

The clay pot bomb finally landed on the ground with a dull sound. Then, a powerful force burst out from the bomb, and the air around it seemed to be distorted. The force was like a gust of wind, sweeping everything around. Dust flew, and stones flew everywhere!

At the same time, on the road ahead, some golden feathers flashing with strange light appeared without any warning. These feathers were like golden meteors, rushing towards Wang Xunhai at an astonishing speed. The speed was so fast that it seemed to tear the air apart, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound.

When Wang Xunhai threw the clay pot bomb with all his might, and it collided with the rapidly approaching golden feathers, a deafening roar erupted. This roar was like the roar of a god, and the powerful impact force spread wildly around the collision point, making the surrounding air seem to solidify at this moment. The huge energy fluctuations made the ground tremble slightly.

Under the powerful impact of the explosion, the golden feathers were instantly blown apart. The feather fragments flew everywhere like flowers scattered by fairies, drawing irregular arcs in the air. However, despite such a strong impact, the feathers did not give up. They still relied on a strong inertia and continued to rush forward regardless of everything, as if they had an unyielding will.

Wang Xunhai saw this, and there was no panic in his eyes. His face was calm, like a towering mountain, standing firmly in place. He raised the bead in his hand that contained the power of the Nether Wolf Mother, and suddenly a dazzling light appeared on the bead. This light was dazzling, like a new sun, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

At the same time, the originally clear sky suddenly changed. The originally azure sky suddenly became overcast, and the thick clouds rolled and surged like ink, making people feel an inexplicable depression. In the clouds, there were lightning and thunder, and thick lightning flashed through the clouds like silver snakes, and deafening thunder came one after another, as if the whole world was shrouded by this mysterious and powerful force.

An extremely strong lightning bolt was like a sharp sword, cutting through the thick clouds and striking down on the table below. In the dazzling blue lightning, Wang Xunhai's body seemed so small, like a small boat drifting in the wind and waves. However, his eyes were full of determination, without the slightest fear. That look seemed to tell the world that he would not be intimidated by this powerful force, and that he had a firm belief and an unyielding will.

He tightly grasped the bead in his hand and swung it downward fiercely. The lightning that fell on the table seemed to be guided by some mysterious force, and it quickly flew forward and landed accurately on the golden feather that continued to attack.

Madam Feng stood aside, nervously watching the lightning strike the golden feather. There was a burst of "crackling" sounds, and the golden feather was shattered under the powerful force of the lightning, turning into countless tiny fragments, floating in the air like dust. However, the power of the lightning did not weaken, it still rushed towards Madam Feng with an indomitable momentum, like a wild horse running free, without any hesitation.

Madam Feng's eyes suddenly focused, and they seemed to contain endless perseverance and determination. In an instant, her body was like a volcano about to erupt, erupting with an incomparable and powerful force. This force was like a surging and unstoppable wave, gushing out of her body with overwhelming force, and the air around her seemed to tremble because of it.

She kicked her feet hard, and her figure was as swift as a ghost, and she leaped up like a flash of lightning. Her movements were light and flexible, as if she had no weight at all, and she drew an extremely beautiful arc in the air, just like a flower blooming in the wind, beautiful and full of shocking power.

However, although Madam Feng successfully avoided the direct attack of the lightning, the residual power of the powerful force poured out by the lightning still caused her some damage. Her originally white jade-like face gradually appeared with fine bloodstains. These bloodstains were like red silk threads, crisscrossing on her cheeks, which looked particularly dazzling. Each bloodstain seemed to tell the horror of the powerful force just now, and people couldn't help but sweat for Madam Feng.

Madam Feng knew that this was the result of the powerful force contained in the lightning. Although she had tried her best to dodge, it was almost impossible to avoid being hurt by such a powerful force. However, there was no fear or retreat in her eyes. Instead, she revealed a firm belief, as if telling everyone that she would never be easily defeated by this force.