The Great Dream God

Those creepy tentacles covered with suction cups, like countless snakes in the dark, silently clung to the sides of the giant ship, like invisible iron chains, deeply embedded in the wooden hull, leaving mottled marks.

Each tentacle was filled with strange power, tightly wrapped around to form an impenetrable binding net, making it impossible for the giant ship to move even with all its might. It could only struggle helplessly in the strong winds and huge waves, as if it was firmly locked by the curse of the abyss.

In the deep night sky, a huge monster suddenly let out a roar that shook the earth. The sound was like thunder exploding over the boundless ocean, piercing the tranquil night.

The sound waves rolled and spread like huge waves, hitting the sea surface, causing the calm sea water to become turbulent in an instant, forming circles of spectacular ripples that spread outward in layers. Under the moonlight, each ripple seemed to be a mark of the monster's anger, causing the entire ocean to tremble under its power.

The huge monster, with a body as strong as a mountain, clung tightly to the side of the ship, and every muscle contained amazing power.

It squirmed, and its huge tentacles were like twisted iron chains, tentatively outlining the hull again and again, as if looking for the best entry point.

Its movements were slow but intimidating, as if it was executing a silent conquest, trying to drag this ship carrying life into the endless darkness of the deep sea, where it was its kingdom and the silent land of death. Every attempt made the ship tremble, and people's heartbeats synchronized with the roar of the waves. Fear filled the air and condensed into heavy frost.

In the raging wind and rain, the ship swayed like a fallen leaf. Meng Jin stood on the deck, his eyes as firm as a rock. He was not afraid of the sudden crisis before him.

His chest stood straight, like an iron fortress, resisting the invasion of wind and rain. The rain hit his face, but it could not shake his determination.

He calmly drew a sharp sword from his waist. The sword flashed a cold light in the lightning and thunder, like the North Star in the night sky, bright and resolute.

Meng Jin raised his lips into a cold smile, and his deep voice echoed in the wind and rain: "The rain is pouring down, as if the sky is also supporting your challenge. Just as I expected, you chose to show up at this most difficult moment!"

Each of his movements was full of strength and calmness, with the tip of his sword pointing to the dark sky, as if announcing to the unknown enemy that he, Meng Jin, was ready to meet all challenges at any time and in any place. In this turbulent sea, his figure appeared lonely and powerful, like an unshakable lighthouse, illuminating the way forward in the darkness.

His voice was calm and decisive, as if everything was under control.

Meng Jin's eyes were like a burning torch, sharp and firm, fixed on the shocking behemoth before him.

This is an extremely huge octopus, its body is looming in the clear sea water, and it is huge enough to subvert people's understanding of marine life.

It dances wildly in the world of water, and what dances are not its light gauze sleeves, but countless thick and powerful tentacles covered with suction cups, like twisted vines in the dark deep sea, carrying endless terror and power.

These tentacles fluttered in the water, and every wave stirred up circles of ripples, as if mocking the tranquility of the ocean. They flashed a cold luster under the light, and each suction cup was like a devil's eye, watching everything around, which made people think of the nightmare of the deep sea, which was an inescapable fear and the most primitive and wild call of nature. Meng Jin stared at the overlord of the ocean, and a complex emotion of awe and challenge surged in his heart. He knew that this was a dialogue between man and nature, a silent contest.

Ximen Yue and Wang Wu's faces were as pale as paper, and fear was rippling in their pupils, like ripples on the lake surface blown by the wind. Their eyes were as if attracted by a magnet, firmly locked on Meng Jin, and every nerve was tense, as if if they relaxed a little, the expectation would disappear like quicksand in an hourglass. Every subtle movement of Meng Jin set off a huge wave in their hearts. His steps, his gestures, and even his breathing were magnified and interpreted by the two, and they speculated on the deep meaning. Time became sticky at this moment, and only Ximen Yue and Wang Wu's anxiety and expectations spread silently, as if there were only three of them left in the world, and Meng Jin was the key to their fate. This emotion of fear and expectation, like a firefly in the dark night, flickered in their eyes, illuminating their anxiety and longing for the future.

Meng Jin's eyes were firm, without the slightest fear. The long sword in his hand was like the light of dawn, cutting through the silent sea surface and piercing straight into the dark heart of the octopus. His body, like a sharp arrow ready to be launched, instantly released all his strength and rushed towards the depths of the deep sea without hesitation. The waves surged under his feet, as if applauding his heroic ambition. His breathing intertwined with the sea breeze, and every heartbeat was accompanied by the trembling of the sword tip, resonating with his determination to fight against the monster.

Beside him, a bright blood-red light suddenly burst out, like the dawn that breaks through the sky at dawn. That was Edward. His figure on this dark stage was like a falling star, dazzling and resolute. His eyes were as hot as torches, staring at the huge octopus monster in front of him, and fearless courage burned in his pupils. With endless power wrapped in his body, Edward walked side by side with Meng Jin like lightning in the wind, charging towards the deep-sea monster together. Their steps were firm and powerful, and every step shattered the silence, and every breath was filled with the roar of battle. The blood-red halo surrounded them, as if it was the mark of fate, heralding this inevitable duel. In this life-and-death contest, Edward and Meng Jin, like two meteors, passed through the darkness, pointed directly at the target, and vowed to defeat the octopus monster.

They were like warriors descending from the sky, suddenly landing on the huge head of a giant octopus. This monster was the nightmare of the deep sea. Its body was as huge as a moving underwater mountain, and its tentacles were like countless black whip shadows in the wind, sweeping in from all directions in an instant. Each tentacle was full of amazing power. They danced in the air, bringing bursts of piercing sounds of breaking through the air, like a violent hurricane sweeping across the sea, stirring up thousands of layers of waves. The tip of the tentacle was as sharp as a knife, flashing with a cold light, and slapped them mercilessly, with each swing carrying a destructive threat. They were in the center of the storm, confronting the giant beast, their lives hanging by a thread, but they were as tough as a rock, ready to meet this challenge from the deep sea.