The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, closely following Edward's every move, his eyes burning with confusion and worry. Edward's body trembled in the air, as if being ravaged by an invisible gust of wind, and every stumble was like a difficult struggle with fate. His footsteps were heavy and hesitant, and every step was like stepping on a sharp blade, which made people worry about him.

Edward's face was pale as a marble statue in the moonlight. Sweat rolled down his forehead like raindrops, and each drop of sweat hit Meng Jin's heart, causing ripples. The sweat seemed to be the embodiment of the pain and fear struggling in his body, which made Meng Jin even more confused.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned blue and white from excessive force, like dead branches in winter, revealing his silent struggle with some invisible fear or pain deep in his heart. The contradictory state of coexistence of tenacity and fragility made Meng Jin unbelievable and unacceptable. Was this still the invincible and courageous Edward in his memory?

The world around him seemed to have stopped at this moment. Only Edward's shaky figure was struggling in silence, like a heavy sketch, depicting the fragility and tenacity of life.

In the mist, as if at the junction of dreams and reality, Meng Jin's figure loomed. He slowly raised his hand, and the movement was like a poet's brushstroke, with an indescribable solemnity and affection. His fingers trembled gently in the air, as if playing a silent movement, and every subtle movement was full of strength and determination. This strength did not come from the flesh, but from the emotional waves deep in his heart. His eyes were firm, and he accurately locked onto his target - Edward, through the heavy mist.

Edward's existence is like a star, even if it is covered by fog, it cannot conceal its unique light. Meng Jin's fingers are approaching, which is a kind of trust between friends and an exploration of the unknown. His palm is broad and warm, as if it can accommodate all the confusion and confusion. At that moment, Meng Jin's hand fell firmly on Edward's shoulder. This grab is not only a touch, but also a transmission, conveying support, encouragement, and determination to go through the fog.

Edward's eyes gradually flashed with a strange light under the dim light, a brightness mixed with realization, understanding and determination. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the air in the entire room into his lungs, so that every cell was filled with clarity. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and every breath seemed to dispel the fog in his heart.

"Master," his voice was low and firm, as if every word was uttered carefully after careful consideration, "I just encountered a trap set by the enemy and was fooled by the snare they set." His eyes revealed a hint of self-blame, but more of a tenacious self-examination. He did not avoid his mistakes, but chose to face them.

"But I can see clearly now," Edward's voice was bright, his eyes were like stars illuminating the night, "Although their schemes are clever, they can no longer deceive my eyes. I have found a way to crack them and I am ready to fight back." This confidence is not blind, but comes from his deep understanding of himself and his fearless attitude towards challenges.

Meng Jin's tone was as deafening as thunder. Every word he said was resounding, full of endless majesty and determination. "You know you have successfully touched the opponent's weakness. This is a great opportunity!" He looked straight ahead with a sharp gaze, as if he could see the dawn of victory through the fog. "Now," he emphasized, as if announcing a solemn decision, "it's time for us to fight back! No longer passive, no longer evasive, we must use the force of thunder to completely crush the opponent's offensive. Use our wisdom and courage to turn passivity into initiative and let the enemy know that we are not objects that can be bullied at will!"

Edward clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his teeth clattered, as if he could hear the suppressed anger surging in his chest. His eyes were like those of a beast, flashing with a fierce light, and every glance revealed endless hatred and determination. "How dare you plot against me!" He growled, his voice filled with the pain of being betrayed and uncontrollable anger, "They don't know who I am, they don't know my strength, and they don't know the consequences of provoking me!"

"You are simply courting death!" His tone became heavier, and each word hit the ground like a hammer, shocking everyone. His anger was not only directed at those who plotted against him, but also at his own self-blame for not being able to foresee the danger. This feeling was like a sharp sword piercing his pride, making him unbearable.

"Master, let's go together!" Edward turned to look at his ally, his eyes firm and full of determination. This was not a simple request, but a vow to fight together, the most direct declaration of war against the enemy.

Meng Jin held a long sword in his hand, which shone with cold light, like a star in the dark night, illuminating the fog ahead. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to challenge the unknown, fearless. Edward beside him had just woken up from a deep sleep, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, but the sword in his hand was also shining, as if telling him that it was time to fight. The two of them, one in front and one behind, passed through the vast white fog like wings in the wind.

The thick white fog was like a curtain, blocking their sight, but it could not conceal their determination. The fog was like a natural barrier, blocking their way forward and hiding possible dangers. But they did not stop because of this. Instead, they rushed forward more resolutely, the tips of their swords broke through the fog, shattering the silence, leaving short trails of light. Their figures were looming in the fog, and every time they swung their swords, they were fighting against the fog and unknown forces.

Meng Jin was the leader, his sword was like the dawn, directing the direction for Edward; and Edward was like the brave warrior following closely behind him, although he was confused, he gradually found the rhythm of the battle under the guidance of Meng Jin.

Meng Jin and Edward struggled forward in the diffuse white fog, their vision blurred and their mood tense. Finally, their eyes penetrated the fog and focused on a familiar figure - Ximen Yue fell to the ground, with a shocking wound on his chest, and blood stained his clothes red, which was particularly dazzling. This scene made people feel nervous, and the atmosphere instantly became solemn.

Meng Jin did not hesitate. With a rough and resolute manner, he slapped Ximen Yue twice on the cheek. Although the force was strong, it was full of deep concern and anxiety. Amid the continuous crisp sounds, Ximen Yue slowly opened his eyes. His eyes gradually recovered from confusion and the fire of life burned again in his eyes. Ximen Yue was pulled back from the brink of death by Meng Jin and successfully revived!

Then, Meng Jin led Edward and the awakened Simon Yue to quickly approach the ship they came from. The three of them jumped up side by side, like petrels breaking through the waves, nimble and powerful, and finally landed steadily on the deck of the ship.

On the deck, Wang Wu's anxious face came into view. When he saw that the three were safe and sound, he was instantly relieved from his panic, and his face was filled with joy of surviving the disaster. The four people's eyes met, and the deep friendship and mutual trust were sublimated at this moment. They hugged each other tightly, as if the whole world had quieted down because of this moment of reunion.

However, the good times didn't last long, as the tranquility was broken by a sudden loud noise. Boom, boom! It was as if the sky was breaking apart and the earth was shaking. The deafening sound foreshadowed that a greater crisis was approaching. The four people's hearts tightened again, and they knew that a new challenge was coming.