The Great Dream God

Meng Jin and Edward were like two nimble seagulls, cutting through the sky in the storm, their figures light and agile.

At the moment of life and death, they jumped up as if dancing on the edge of a knife. Every leap was extremely precise, and they skillfully shuttled between the deadly attacks.

Their movements were smooth and powerful, like a carefully choreographed dance, and every avoidance was just right and amazing.

They danced on the edge of danger, fighting against ruthless threats with the melody of life, showing unparalleled courage and wisdom.

A mysterious power quietly surged in Edward's clenched hands, like a hidden star suddenly appearing in the darkness, turning into a dazzling blood-red beam of light.

This light was like a flame given life, blazing and dazzling, and it instantly burst out from his palm, forming a sharp energy blade.

Under extremely precise control, this blood-red fireball was like a sharp arrow in the wind, pointing directly at the target, cutting through the octopus's entangled tentacles without hesitation, cutting it off in an instant, leaving only heat and shock in the air.

A huge tentacle, like a ghost in the middle of the night, silently drew a tragic trajectory in the air. The arc was like a sickle of death, cutting the tranquil sky.

The tentacles, with unparalleled weight, as if carrying endless sorrow and anger, suddenly smashed into the vast ocean, and the splashes of water were like white flowers that bloomed in an instant, short-lived and brilliant.

They rolled and scattered in the air, and finally merged into the deep blue and disappeared without a trace, leaving only circles of gradually disappearing ripples on the sea, telling of the shock and power of that moment.

Under the deep blue, the whereabouts of the tentacles became the secret of the ocean, leaving people only to look into the distance, with endless reverie caused by the sad arc echoing in their hearts.

The gigantic volcanic octopus was like a nightmare awakening from the deep sea. It let out a deafening roar in the dark water. The sound echoed in the vast depths of the ocean, stirring up circle after circle of ripples of fear.

Its body is so huge that it is suffocating, and its dark skin is dotted with hot magma textures, as if it is armor made of lava, reflecting a hellish light.

Its tentacles, like countless flexible and deadly whips, danced wildly in the air, and every swing carried a force as powerful as thunder.

Those tentacles left twisted traces in the water, as if the space was torn apart by their angry power.

Every touch contains endless resentment and unwillingness, like a curse under the sea, announcing its pain and anger to the world.

This volcanic octopus is like a living underwater volcano, ready to erupt at any time, pouring all its anger and sadness into every corner of the ocean.

The huge sea beast suffered an unprecedented trauma. The broken tentacles, once its mighty weapons, were now like a broken zither, desolate and powerless. The originally lively vitality solidified in an instant, and blood-colored springs gushed out from the wounds, like a tragic underwater painting, and every drop of blood told of pain and unwillingness.

The bright red liquid spread in the dark water, like a ignited flame, illuminating the surrounding darkness and stimulating the nerves of the giant beast. Its anger surged like a tsunami, and every beat of its heart was accompanied by a painful roar. The deafening sound echoed on the seabed, shaking the sleeping corals and swimming fish.

The beast's fury gradually deepened, and every look in its eyes was filled with destructive power. Its body trembled in anger, and every struggle tore its wounds, causing the blood to flow more violently.

Mengjin, the bright moon hanging high in the sky, was watching the strange scene in front of him, his heart was filled with shock, unable to suppress his surprise. His voice echoed in the empty space, like the night wind blowing through the mountain stream, low and powerful: "This is a volcanic octopus, extremely rare, be careful!" His words were full of warning and awe.

The volcano octopus, a mysterious creature in the deep sea, gets its name from the hot lava where it lives. Its body is like obsidian tempered by fire, shining with a strange luster; its eight tentacles, like dark seabed vines, extend to the unknown abyss, containing endless power and danger. Its eyes, like two burning rubies, are deep and blazing, as if they can see through everything, making people shudder. Whenever it appears in the heat waves gushing out of the crater, it heralds a turmoil in the deep sea and the awakening of a natural force.

Meng Jin knew very well that any negligence in the face of such creatures could have fatal consequences.

His voice reverberated over the boundless sea, like a thunderbolt breaking through the waves, deafening, full of serious warnings and tense nerves. The voice shuttled through the sea breeze, and each wave of echoes was like the pendulum of time swinging on the edge of fate, resonating with people's heartbeats, and tense emotions filled the air, like the calm before the storm.

Edward only nodded slightly in the face of this shocking warning, as if it had nothing to do with him. His eyes were as deep as the sea, calm without a ripple, and firm as a lighthouse standing in the storm, illuminating the darkness ahead. His eyes swept across the turbulent sea, and he was so calm and composed that he seemed to be able to control the most violent storm and resolve the most severe crisis.

He was like a dancer from a dreamland, stepping lightly on the surging ocean. Every movement was full of rhythm, like dancing a silent poem. His steps were steady and powerful, as if he was dancing on the raging waves. He was so comfortable that it seemed as if he was not walking on the churning sea water, but on the solid marble floor. His gait revealed a transcendent calmness, a calm demeanor that made people hold their breath and admire him.

His eyes were deep and far-reaching, like the endless ocean, staring straight at the distant horizon, as if he could see through the rolling waves, see into the depths of the sea, and foresee every change in the future. Those eyes were like two bright stars, illuminating the dark sea and people's hearts.

The sword he held tightly in his hand was the embodiment of his protection and determination. The gem on the hilt shone mysteriously under the bright moonlight, and a bright red light spilled out from it, like a meteor that broke through the silence in the middle of the night.

The volcanic octopus, the terrifying creature of the deep sea, fearlessly danced its fiery tentacles and attacked Edward fiercely. Each tentacle was like a living tongue of fire, and the suction cups at the tip spewed out blazing flames, as if lava gushing out from the deepest part of hell, burning with endless anger and destruction. The ruthless flames drew hideous tracks in the air, and the blazing light reflected Edward's terrified face, boiling the surrounding seawater, and the scorching heat distorted his vision in the water!