The Great Dream God

Ximen Yue's eyes widened, a look of shock frozen on his face, as if time had stopped at this moment. His eyes were fixed on Edward in front of him, unable to believe that what had just happened was real. Edward was now coldly pulling the bloody sword out of Ximen Yue's chest. Although his movements were slow, they revealed an irresistible determination.

The air around them seemed to freeze into ice, with only a faint protective shield flickering between them. It was the last line of defense built by the energy gushing out of Ximen Yue's body. As Ximen Yue's vitality gradually faded, this light curtain became weaker and weaker, like a candle swaying in the wind, about to go out. It slowly and feebly spread out in all directions, like the ripples of life, leaving a series of sad and beautiful tracks in the air.

Every step Edward took back seemed heavy and resolute, and every step intensified Ximen Yue's despair. In his eyes, the friendship and understanding he once had had were replaced by cold murderous intent, which made Ximen Yue's heart feel like it was falling into an icy cave. Blood flowed out of the wound, staining the ground red, and also staining the memories between them red.

Ximen Yue's body, like a fallen leaf in autumn, drooped helplessly, leaving only the weak protective shield still resisting tenaciously, but it was already the last gasp of a spent force. This last light seemed to be telling of endless regrets and unfinished business, which was about to disappear into this boundless darkness along with the fading of life.

Edward turned around slowly, his movements seemed extremely heavy, as if every step was filled with endless fatigue. Ximen Yue, who was lying on the ground, was so weak that he could hardly move, but he still struggled to raise his head and stared at Edward's back with all his strength. When Edward turned around, the back of his head came into Ximen Yue's eyes, and the shocking scene was instantly frozen in his pupils. A strange three-legged tentacle monster was wrapped around the back of Edward's head, like a ghost in the dark, silently controlling him.

Ximen Yue's eyes were as big as bells, with shock, doubt, and fear intertwined together, forming an inescapable shackle. A faint sound came from his throat, and a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, spilling on the land beside him, like withered petals, foreshadowing the disappearance of life. He swallowed his last breath with difficulty, and that breath was filled with fear of the unknown and deep worry for his friends. His vision gradually blurred, and finally sank into eternal darkness.

Edward, however, still marched forward firmly, not realizing that he was being controlled by the triangular tentacle monster. Every step he took was invisibly pushing forward an irreversible tragedy, a fate dominated by the power of darkness. In this quiet and terrifying scene, only Ximen Yue's departure and Edward's progress formed a suffocating picture.

Edward's steps never stopped. He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, constantly exploring and moving forward in the thick white fog. The fog, like a mysterious veil, obscured his vision, but also had a strange attraction. Finally, in the depths of the fog, his eyes caught a familiar figure - Meng Jin, standing there, holding a sword shining with cold light in his hand.

Meng Jin's figure appeared resolute and lonely, his eyes focused and deep, staring straight at the triangular tentacle monsters flying in the sky. Those creatures seemed to be born from nightmares, the dark tentacles shuttled through the clouds, appearing and disappearing from time to time, bringing endless fear to people. Their tips flashed with cold light, and every swing seemed to contain the power of destruction. However, Meng Jin did not retreat, his face was engraved with determination and seriousness, as if he was not facing an alien monster, but a challenge that must be overcome.

He and the triangular tentacle monster in the sky formed a strange picture. One was a determined warrior, and the other was a terrifying alien. The two started a silent contest on the stage of white fog. Meng Jin's sword danced like the wind, and every slash was precise and powerful, forming a sharp contrast with the tentacles hovering in the air. His figure was looming in the mist, like an unyielding line of defense, guarding this world shrouded in fog.

Meng Jin's hands were like iron pliers, tightly grasping the sword in his hands. The sword blade flashed a cold light in the moonlight. He took a deep breath, and the resolute courage seemed to condense into substance, permeating every inch of the air around him. His eyes were firm, and he locked onto the monster with squirming tentacles in front of him without fear. Without any hesitation, Meng Jin rushed forward, and the sword in his hand suddenly fell forward like a silver lightning, and hit the core of the tentacle monster with a sweeping force.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, instantly tearing the silence of the night sky. The tentacle monster collapsed instantly under Meng Jin's sharp sword force and turned into a mess of tentacles. However, just as he was immersed in the joy of victory and ready to face the next challenge, he caught a familiar figure from the corner of his eye - Edward. However, Meng Jin did not realize that Edward at this time was no longer the friend he knew. Behind Edward, a strange three-legged tentacle monster quietly climbed on him, like a ghost in the dark, quietly controlling his will.

The three legs of the tentacle monster were like the tongue of a poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around the back of Edward's head. Its existence was so hidden that Meng Jin was completely unaware of it. At this moment, Edward was controlled by this evil creature and became its puppet, but Meng Jin was completely unaware of all this.

In the white fog, Meng Jin's figure was looming. He was fighting fiercely with a triangular tentacle monster that looked like a demon. The monster's tentacles danced like whips, and every swing carried a deadly threat. Meng Jin held his weapon tightly, sweat dripping down his cheeks, his eyes were firm and resolute, and despite the dangerous situation, he did not retreat.

At this moment, a familiar figure entered his sight—Edward, the partner who had fought side by side with him, was now drawing his sword and galloping towards him in an unstoppable manner, heading straight into the depths of his dream. Meng Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was instantly overwhelmed by astonishment. He turned his head and saw Edward rushing towards him, and an indescribable shock surged in his heart.

At the first moment, a terrible thought flashed through Meng Jin's mind. He almost believed that Edward had betrayed them. This once loyal slave had actually rebelled! His heart was like being hit by a heavy hammer. Doubt and fear intertwined, making him unable to react immediately. However, was this just an illusion? Or was there some unknown secret hidden behind all this? Meng Jin's thoughts were flying, but the horn of battle had already sounded. He had no time to delve into it. He could only adjust his mentality as soon as possible and face the sudden change in front of him.