The Great Dream God

The sword that Edward was holding tightly seemed to be infused with thousands of angry souls at this moment. The sword body was like the molten iron in a furnace, flashing with a bloodthirsty crimson light. Every ray of sword light was telling of endless fighting spirit.

The roar he let out towards the sky was like thunder echoing through the valley, shocking people and making it impossible to ignore his existence.

This roar contained his contempt for the enemy, his enthusiasm for the challenge, and his desire for victory.

His body is like an arrow ready to be shot, his taut muscles depict lines of strength and beauty. His eyes are firm and wild, full of resolute courage.

At this moment, he was no longer just a mortal, but transformed into a warrior who broke through the darkness. He rushed towards the tentacles surrounded by blazing flames without hesitation, as if he wanted to tear apart all obstacles and cut off all fears with his own strength.

At that moment, his body was speeding like a meteor and suddenly collided violently with the octopus tentacle that was dancing like a giant python.

The air trembled with their collision, as if time had stopped at that moment, leaving only the fiery scene of sparks flying.

His body, that once full of vitality, was now ruthlessly swept away by a ball of raging flames, like a fallen leaf thrown into a raging fire, and was instantly burned to ashes.

The clothes turned into ashes under the raging flames, leaving only wisps of drifting smoke.

His skin, once healthy and full of radiance, was now burned as black as charcoal, with traces of pain deeply imprinted on every inch of his skin.

This fierce struggle with fate cost him a heavy price, but his eyes remained firm, as if the burning flames could not erase his will.

It was as if time was stretched into a taut bowstring. His sword, like a thunderbolt ready to strike, suddenly broke through the air and pierced straight into the entangled tentacles.

His eyes were firm, like stars illuminating the darkness; fearless and full of resolute courage.

The sword edge flashed with a cold light, which intertwined with the blazing flames, forming a unique landscape.

In an instant, the sword and the tentacles collided, making a deafening sound of metal collision that pierced people's hearts.

The tentacles struggled weakly under the fierce impact of the sword. The moment they broke, they blossomed into a sad and beautiful blood-red flower like fireworks in the dark night.

The flower stayed in the air for a short while, then fell heavily into the surging waves, stirring up a spectacular wave of blood, like rubies scattered on blue satin, dazzling and shocking.

The waves rolled and blood splattered. At that moment, the ocean seemed to be endowed with tragic vitality, telling the fierceness and cruelty of this life-and-death battle.

Edward straightened his chest, his fearless eyes burning with fire, and he galloped forward again, like a tireless warhorse breaking through the fog.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step was like a heavy hammer hitting the drum of fate, stirring up a sonorous melody.

His determination was like steel, and every inch of his skin was engraved with marks of resoluteness, as if declaring to the world that no one could shake his faith.

His figure swayed in the wind, but he never wavered at all. It was an innate tenacity.

The tip of the sword held tightly in his hand flashed a deep crimson, as if it had been melted in red blood for thousands of years, and every halo was whispering endless stories.

Every time it passed through the air, it brought with it a violent blood-red air wave, like a violent hurricane sweeping over, stirring the air and distorting it.

The air wave was as hot as a raging flame and as cold as frost and snow on a winter night. It instantly broke the quiet blue of the sea level and made the originally harmonious colors of the world become turbulent.

This sword shadow, like red lightning in a storm, pierced through the darkness of the sky with irresistible power and majesty.

It shuttles between the vast heaven and earth. Every flash is shocking, and every fall makes the earth tremble.

The blood-red light, like the pupil of a ferocious beast, stared coldly at the world, tearing the originally calm sea and sky into two halves, leaving a deep scar, announcing the existence of power and conflict.

Those blazing air waves seemed to be the embodiment of the anger and firm will deep in his heart, rushing towards the barrier ahead one after another without stopping.

They are like roaring flames, burning with endless courage, and every impact carries a power that shakes the heavens and the earth.

This obstacle is constructed from the tentacles of a giant creature, the volcanic octopus. It slowly extends from the depths of the lava, like a black mountain, hard and cold.

The collision between the air waves and the tentacles was like thunder in the sky that ignited the fire on the earth, sparking off a piece of fiery sparks.

The wall of flesh formed by the tentacles shook violently under the impact of the air wave, as if struggling in pain. Every tremor showed the fierceness of the contest.

Blood-red mucus splattered on the surface of the flesh wall, as if it was roaring, trying to resist the angry force that could not be ignored.

However, his anger and determination were like surging waves, never stopping, hitting this seemingly indestructible wall of flesh again and again, vowing to shatter it completely.

The volcanic octopus roars wildly on the dark and endless stage. Its voice is like a symphony of heaven and earth collapsing, piercing the tranquility underwater and shaking the souls of the listeners.

The deafening roar, like an ancient war drum, echoed in the deep underwater canyon, stirring up waves and spreading for thousands of miles, shaking every coral reef, every dormant seabed, and even every tiny creature in the deepest part of the ocean.

This is not just a release of power, but also a declaration of dominance over the ocean, allowing the entire underwater world to feel the unrivaled presence of the volcanic octopus.

Its tentacles are like a giant python dancing wildly in the dark night. Each one is as thick as a tree trunk and covered with winding textures, as if containing endless vitality and power.

They are flexible and swift, twisting and entwining at astonishing speed, intertwining with each other, forming an impenetrable barrier in an instant.

This line of defense woven by tentacles is as solid as a rock. No external force can shake it in the slightest. It stands there quietly, like an insurmountable fortress, guarding everything behind it.

The air wave rushed towards the tough wall of flesh like a violent hurricane. The fierce collision of the two forces instantly ignited the tense atmosphere in the air.

The huge impact force caused the space to tremble, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The rumbling sound rolled in, like the deep roar of the angry sea god, containing endless majesty and power.

The sound echoes in the ears, striking deep into the soul, making people hold their breath and feel their hearts surge.