The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's gaze was deeply immersed in the endless white fog, as if he was staring at an insurmountable misty mountain range.

These white mists, like a mysterious veil, gently linger in front, covering the unknown road tightly.

They spread out silently, yet were powerful enough to become a huge obstacle to his progress, like invisible boulders standing in his heart, blocking his steps and challenging his determination and courage.

Each wisp of mist swayed in the breeze, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, as if mocking his confusion, yet also seeming to tempt him to uncover the mysterious veil.

Mengjin's steps were firm and powerful, like the rhythm of a war drum, shaking the earth.

He held his head high with his chest puffed out, his eyes as sharp as torches, fixed on the diffuse white mist in front of him, as if his destiny and challenges were hidden there.

His body cast a long shadow in the sunlight, symbolizing his determination and tenacity that no one can shake.

Every step he took was accompanied by the whistling of the wind and the flying of dust, as if announcing his arrival. It was a clarion call for courage and a vow to never give up.

The white fog, like a mysterious curtain, blocked the view, but could not stop Meng Jin's courage and perseverance.

It swirls and rolls like a cunning dragon, trying to confuse those who walk ahead with its confusion.

However, Meng Jin did not hesitate. He took a deep breath, and the fighting spirit burning in his chest was brighter than ever.

His figure gradually disappeared in the mist, leaving only the sound of his firm footsteps echoing in the silence.

Meng Jin plunged into the thick white fog, as if he was thrown into an unknown world.

This layer of white fog is like a natural curtain, isolating the noise and dangers from the outside world, but it also hides countless mysteries and crises.

He took a deep breath, his eyes determined, his heart filled with curiosity about the unknown and determination to challenge.

The moment Meng Jin stepped into the fog, several strange creatures appeared. They were triangular tentacle monsters, like phantoms walking out of a nightmare.

These creatures have strange shapes and live in the air. Their huge triangular heads are covered with sharp eyes that flash a cunning and cold light.

Their tentacles were like flexible whips, long and powerful, hanging in the air, swaying gently with the rhythm of the wind, as if welcoming Meng Jin's arrival, and also as if warning him of the dangers of this place.

These tentacle monsters danced in the air, nimbly passed through the fog, and rushed towards Mengjin.

Their movements are both graceful and deadly, making people hold their breath, afraid to break the tense atmosphere of silence.

Faced with such a challenge, Meng Jin did not retreat at all. There was a fire of determination burning in his eyes, and he was ready to face the coming battle.

The strange triangular creature hovers in mid-air, as if supported by an invisible force. Its existence itself is a provocation to reality.

This strange creature, known as the triangular tentacle monster, has a deep dark purple body that blends in with the night. Only its triangular eyes that flash with cold light are particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

Countless flexible and strong tentacles extended from its main body, like a bunch of twisting snakes, silently wriggling towards Mengjin in front, and each tentacle was full of endless threats.

Meng Jin felt the approaching malice, but he stood like a mountain, unafraid.

His eyes were determined, like stars illuminating the darkness; the sword hanging at his waist, having been tested in countless battles, flashed with a cold light, as if it also sensed the coming challenge.

He slowly but firmly drew out his sword, and the sword blade reflected a sharp arc in the moonlight, as sharp as his determination.

At this moment, Meng Jin and the triangular tentacle monster, one represents courage and strength, the other symbolizes the unknown and fear, the two form a sharp contrast in the silent night sky, and a battle of life and death is about to begin.

A strange triangular tentacle monster poked its limbs out from the dark abyss.

Its tentacles, like black snakes, twisted and squirmed, spreading mercilessly towards Mengjin, like invitations to death.

Meng Jin's eyes were firm and resolute. Faced with this sudden threat, he did not retreat even a single step.

He tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and the blade flashed a cold light in the dimness, as if the fallen stars had condensed into a sharp edge.

Meng Jin's fingers were tense, every tendon was stretched like a guitar string, ready to go.

His heart pounded in unison with the sound of his sword. It was the drumbeat of battle and the battle song of the brave.

At the moment when the tentacle was about to touch, Meng Jin suddenly swung his sword, and with the force of thunder, he slashed at the devilish tentacle.

The sword energy broke through the air, breaking the silence, carrying endless power and determination.

The tentacle broke instantly under the sword light, and blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling all over Meng Jin's armor!

The triangular tentacle monster emerged silently from the shadows, like a ghost in the dark night, and instantly passed through the barriers of space and went behind Meng Jin.

Their bodies are a deep black color, blending into the night. Only the triangular tentacles covered with sharp barbs stand out in the faint moonlight.

These tentacles seemed to have life-like flexibility, spreading towards Meng Jin at an astonishing speed, like evil hands in the dark night, reaching out mercilessly to the defenseless him.

Meng Jin's back looked so lonely at this moment. His breath froze in an instant, and he felt a chill running up his spine to his head.

Those tentacles were as nimble as snakes, swiftly and accurately wrapping around his shoulders. The cold touch pierced his skin through his clothes, as if dragging him into endless darkness.

Each tentacle seemed to be woven from nightmares, tightly locking onto his movements and making it impossible for him to escape this sudden restraint.

In this silent night, only Meng Jin's nervous heartbeat echoed in the air, foreshadowing an impending crisis.

Meng Jin suddenly turned around and swung the sword in his hand like thunder.

The sword light flashed like the first ray of light at dawn, piercing through the shackles of darkness and instantly drawing a dazzling arc in the air.

As his sword power unleashed, a mighty wave of air spread out violently from the tip of the sword, like a strong wind sweeping fallen leaves, unstoppable.

Several monsters tried to wrap their slimy, barbed triangular tentacles tightly around Meng Jin's shoulders, but he had no time to react.

Their tentacles, those evil things that had tried to restrain the hero, were instantly cut off by this sword. Blood gushed out from the broken ends, like a red waterfall gushing out in the darkness, dyeing the surrounding air red and filled with a strong smell of rust.

The cries and pain of these tentacle monsters instantly dissipated under the impact of the air wave, leaving only Meng Jin's firm and fearless figure standing in the bloody storm, with the tip of his sword pointing forward, as if declaring that no one could defeat him.