Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Madam Feng slowly raised her head; her movements were as slow as a rusty machine and as heavy as if she was carrying an invisible mountain on her back.

Every tiny movement seemed to be struggling against huge resistance, and it seemed extremely difficult. She stared ahead, and the confusion in her eyes was like a thick mist, slowly spreading, making her eyes more empty and lifeless; and the unwillingness was like a cluster of burning flames, surging secretly in the depths of her eyes, although it did not burn fiercely, it was difficult to extinguish.

However, Wang Xunhai's figure had indeed disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared there, without leaving even the slightest trace. Madam Feng frowned tightly, and the wrinkles were like deep ravines carved by time, crisscrossing, not only showing her inner dissatisfaction, but also silently telling the vicissitudes of life she had experienced. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone, and she said with a little complaint: "It ran really fast, it disappeared in a flash." Her voice echoed in the silent air, with a little helplessness and anger in it, like the low howl of a beast trapped in a cage, full of depression and unwillingness.

At this time, Wang Xunhai was running desperately down the mountain. His steps were hurried and panicked. Every step seemed like he was desperately trying to escape from some terrible threat, as if there were countless evil spirits with bared fangs and claws chasing him from behind.

The invisible pressure was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on his breathing, making it rapid and heavy, as if every breath of air became extremely precious. His forehead was covered with dense beads of cold sweat, and those beads of sweat kept rolling down like pearls that had broken off the string, one after another, forming lines of water.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his cheeks, leaving clear marks on his face. Those marks seemed to be the marks of fate, recording the fear and anxiety in his heart at the moment.

Suddenly, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps. The sound was particularly harsh on this quiet mountain road, like a sharp arrow piercing his eardrum, making his heart tighten. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. The power was so strong and cold that he could hardly breathe. He hurriedly looked up at the mountain road and saw a figure rushing towards the top of the mountain road like an arrow from a string. The speed was amazing. A closer look revealed that the person was Jin Xiaofeng. Her figure was as agile as a leopard, and every movement was full of strength and agility, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey at any time. Her eyes were full of determination and resoluteness. The eyes seemed to be burning with a raging fire, which could burn all obstacles to ashes. Nothing could stop her from moving forward.

Wang Xunhai chased upwards without hesitation. His breathing was rapid and disordered, and his chest heaved violently like a bellows.

But his pace did not slow down at all, instead it sped up even more. There seemed to be a powerful force in his heart driving him forward, making him rush forward regardless of everything, as if there was something extremely important waiting for him ahead.

Not long after, he came to Jin Xiaofeng's side, with a hint of surprise on his face and a tired tone, he said, "I didn't expect that you would appear here." There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, which was the sequelae of long-term running and tension. His voice was a little hoarse, but more of it was surprise and confusion about Jin Xiaofeng's appearance.

Jin Xiaofeng's face was full of anger, and that anger seemed to completely distort her face, making her originally beautiful face look somewhat hideous and terrifying. Her eyes revealed a firm determination, and that determination was as hard as steel, as if nothing could shake her faith. Her eyes seemed to be burning with a raging fire, and the fire was hot and fierce, as if it would burn all obstacles into ashes and turn them into nothingness. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'm going to go up and kill that guy. I want to prove to my father that I am an extremely powerful person!" Her voice was full of determination and confidence. The voice echoed on the silent mountain road, full of unyielding and stubbornness, as if it was a declaration of war against fate and a fight against injustice.

Wang Xunhai looked solemn, with deep worry in his eyes. The worry was like a haze, covering his face heavily, making his expression look particularly serious. He shook his head and said slowly: "I just went up to test the guy who used the magic circle. His strength is unfathomable and extremely powerful. It is not easy for you and I to defeat him." His voice was low and serious, and every word was like a heavy stone, spitting out from his mouth, trying to make Jin Xiaofeng understand how difficult the dilemma they were facing was.

After hearing this, Jin Xiaofeng's eyes widened with anger, and it seemed as if blazing fire was about to burst out of her eyes. She shouted loudly: "I don't believe it! I don't believe he is that powerful!" Her voice echoed on the mountain road, full of anger and unwillingness, as if it was a strong protest against Wang Xunhai's words. Her voice was like thunder, exploding on this silent mountain road, showing her extreme dissatisfaction and resistance in her heart. After saying that, Jin Xiaofeng rushed upwards regardless of everything. Her figure was like a moth flying into a flame, with resolute courage, and fearlessly rushing towards the unknown danger. Her figure moved quickly on the mountain road, bringing up a gust of wind, as if to leave everything behind.

Wang Xunhai looked at Jin Xiaofeng's receding back and sighed in his heart. He could tell that this woman was the kind of proud and conceited lady from heaven. Her pride made her unable to accept other people's doubts about her, and also made her unable to see the danger she was facing. In his eyes, Jin Xiaofeng was like a willful child, blindly pursuing her goals, but not knowing what was waiting for her ahead. Her behavior seemed so childish and reckless to Wang Xunhai, but he also understood that the character of such people is often the most difficult to change.

Wang Xunhai retracted his gaze and strolled leisurely on the mountain. His steps were as light as a dancing butterfly, as if the danger here had nothing to do with him. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there was a subtle sarcasm in that smile, which was a kind of disdain and indifference to everything around him. He looked at the scene on the mountain with interest, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance. To him, all this seemed to be just a game, and he was a bystander who stood aside, quietly watching this farce unfold, unmoved.

From time to time, there were bursts of deafening explosions on the mountain. The sound was like the roar of Thor, shaking the entire valley. Every explosion was like the trembling of the earth, making people tremble with fear, as if the end of the world was coming. The sound spread out like a powerful shock wave, making the air around them seem to tremble. Then, Jin Xiaofeng fell rapidly from the mountain like a kite with a broken string. Her body rolled in the air, out of control, like a helpless fallen leaf, swaying in the wind. Her body kept hitting the surrounding objects, making a dull sound. She fell to the ground with wounds all over her body, raising a cloud of dust. The dust spread and enveloped her body, making her look even more embarrassed. Her clothes were torn during the fall, revealing scars, and blood oozed from the wounds, staining her clothes red.

Wang Xunhai still had a faint smile on his face, which seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm and indifference. He slowly walked to Jin Xiaofeng's side, looked at her miserable appearance, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "She was knocked down, right?" There was a hint of relief in his voice, as if all this was within his expectations. There was no mercy in his eyes, only a kind of indifferent observation, as if Jin Xiaofeng's experience had nothing to do with him, and he was just an indifferent spectator, watching all this happen without any emotion.