Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Jin Xiaofeng was in a state of extreme embarrassment. She struggled to get up from the dusty ground. Her clothes were tattered, and the torn strips of cloth fluttered in the wind. They were covered with thick dust, making the original colors no longer distinguishable, and they looked particularly dirty. Her hair was messy and stuck to her sweaty face in an irregular pattern. The sweat mixed with the dust made her face blurry and looked extremely embarrassed. At this moment, her face was as red as a ripe apple. It was a color formed by the interweaving of anger and shame, as if it could drip blood. There was a raging flame of anger in her eyes. The flame was hot and violent, as if it wanted to burn everything in front of her to ashes. She shouted at the other party in a rage: "Are you gloating?" The voice was full of anger and questioning, like a thunder exploding in the air.

Wang Xunhai's face was as solemn as a piece of cold iron, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, which made him almost breathless. His brows were tightly locked together, forming a deep "川" character, and his eyes revealed a deep helplessness, which seemed to be endless darkness, making people unable to see a glimmer of hope. He slowly said: "The gap in strength between us and the guy on the mountain is like an insurmountable chasm. The guy's strength is unfathomable, and we are as small as ants in front of him. It is a blessing in disguise that we can survive his hands." His voice was low and hoarse, with a deep sense of fatigue and helplessness, as if it was a sigh from the depths of his soul.

Hearing this, the resentment in Jin Xiaofeng's heart, which was burning like a raging fire, gradually subsided like the receding tide. She took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to be the only trace of peace she could grasp in this chaotic world. She tried to calm her rapidly beating heart and calm her turbulent emotions. After a moment, she slowly said, "Then how can we defeat Madam Feng?" There was a hint of expectation in her eyes, and that expectation was like a ray of light in the darkness, although it was weak, but full of hope, hoping to get a feasible answer from Wang Xunhai.

Wang Xunhai saw that Jin Xiaofeng was no longer so angry and had already tacitly agreed to work with him. The corners of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing a barely perceptible smile. That smile seemed to contain a hint of relief, as if he saw a glimmer of hope in this endless darkness. He whispered, "We must not act blindly in this matter, we can only use wisdom to win. We need to carefully analyze Madam Feng's weaknesses and find a suitable opportunity to give her a fatal blow." His eyes flashed with a determined light, and that light seemed to be the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the way forward, as if he had seen the hope of victory.

After that, Wang Xunhai set foot on the road to the mountain without hesitation. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step was extremely steady, as if the ground under his feet was trembling with his determination. His eyes looked firmly forward, which was his goal and his belief. He moved forward step by step, and the belief in his heart was like a burning flame, burning more and more vigorously. The flame burned his soul, filling him with strength and courage to face the unknown challenges ahead.

Madam Feng sat high up in a conspicuous position on the mountain. Her posture was elegant and noble, like a queen high above. Her clothes were gorgeous and shimmering with brilliant light, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding environment. But her eyes were as cold as ice, staring at the approaching enemy without emotion. A sneer of contempt appeared at the corner of her mouth, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule, as if in her eyes, Wang Xunhai was just an insignificant ant. She said coldly: "You come here to die again, but I won't give you a second chance. This time I will kill you here and make you unable to get up again." Her voice was icy and piercing, as if it could freeze a person's soul. The cold breath filled the air, making people shudder.

Wang Xunhai tightly grasped the broken sword in his hand. The blade of the broken sword was covered with rust and cracks, as if telling of the countless battles it had experienced. His eyes were wide open, revealing a resolute courage, which was like a burning flame, hot and firm. The veins on his arms were bulging, and his muscles were tense, showing his inner firmness and determination. He roared and swung forward with force, and the sound seemed to break through the sky, shouting: "Kill me? It's not that easy!" His voice was full of indomitable spirit and resistance, as if challenging fate. The sound echoed in the valley for a long time.

Madam Feng waved her hand expressionlessly. In an instant, countless golden feathers as dense as a rainstorm gushed out from her hand and rushed forward. The golden feathers flashed dazzlingly under the sunlight, like golden meteors, beautiful and deadly. Each feather contained a powerful force, as if it could destroy everything. The feathers cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, like the whisper of the god of death, which made people shudder.

Wang Xunhai was not afraid at all. He waved the broken sword in his hand, and the sword drew sharp arcs in the air. His movements were agile and decisive, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by powerful force, as if it could tear the air apart. He collided violently with the flying golden feathers, making a series of crisp sounds, which were like a fierce symphony, playing the melody of the battle. In the confrontation with the golden feathers, the broken sword showed amazing power, cutting the golden feathers into pieces. Countless golden feather fragments fell to the ground like snowflakes, and accumulated on the ground to form a thick layer of golden "snow", as if covering the earth with a layer of golden carpet. The golden "snow" flashed a charming light under the sunlight, but it could not cover up the cruelty of the battle.

Wang Xunhai pressed forward step by step, his steps were firm and powerful, and every step was full of determination. His eyes were always fixed on Madam Feng, without any retreat or fear. He gradually approached Madam Feng, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, and that light contained his desire for victory. At this moment, Wang Xunhai suddenly reached into his arms, his movements were quick and decisive. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, as if this was his last fight. He threw the bead containing the mother body of the Cangming Wolf out fiercely, and the bead flew straight to Madam Feng like a meteor, carrying Wang Xunhai's last hope and determination. The bead drew a beautiful arc in the air, and that arc seemed to be the trajectory of Wang Xunhai's destiny, carrying all his dreams and expectations.