The Great Dream God

Deep in the deep and mysterious cave, a giant bird stood in the dark sky, its silhouette like a moving mountain, shocking. The giant bird's eyes were bright and sharp, like two bright stars, staring closely at Lisa on the ground, with a sharp and focused gaze, as if it had locked her as its prey tonight, ready to display its unparalleled hunting skills.

Suddenly, the giant bird let out a deafening scream, and then its huge wings began to vibrate violently, as if a storm had been triggered in an instant. Feathers shot out from between its wings like arrows from a bow, with a piercing cold light. They shuttled through the air like poisoned swords, each one aimed at Lisa's heart. The deadly threat was suffocating.

These feathers cut through the silence in the darkness, leaving behind silver arcs, carrying a warning of death and cold killing intent, and attacked Lisa at an alarming speed, as if the air was cut into pieces by them. However, facing this sudden attack, Lisa did not show a trace of fear or panic, and her eyes flashed with a calm and determined light.

She quickly pulled out a delicately carved flute from her waist. The small instrument shone with a mysterious luster in the moonlight. She placed the flute firmly on her lips and played it gently. The notes flowed like spring water, and the leaping melody echoed in the cave, turning into invisible sound waves, like invisible protective shields, rushing straight into the sky, facing the flying wings of death.

The fierce confrontation between sound waves and feathers seemed like the collision of two worlds, one was the invisible ocean of sound waves, and the other was the physical rain of feathers.

When these two forces met in the air, the instantaneous burst of energy seemed to ignite the surrounding air, producing a silent flame, which turned into a deafening explosion that echoed throughout the cave, shaking everyone's eardrums.

Those iron-hard feathers shattered in the storm of sound waves, like dead leaves in winter, fluttering and spinning in the air, and finally falling powerlessly, hitting the cold stone walls and the ground, making crackling sounds, like millions of tiny hailstones hitting the earth, forming a miniature storm, sweeping the entire cave, leaving a field of feather fragments.

Lisa successfully blocked most of the feather attacks with her powerful ability. Her protective shield was like a transparent shield, condensing the sound waves into a solid line of defense.

However, even so, a few tough feathers broke through this line of defense and penetrated straight into the ground, demonstrating the power of the big bird's attack.

Although these feathers did not touch Lisa, her face had turned pale. It was not only because of the physical exhaustion, but also because of the awe of the powerful opponent in front of her.

She could deeply feel that the power of the big bird was so tremendous and should not be underestimated.

The bird was suspended in the air, like a vivid myth. Its strong body was particularly eye-catching in the dimness, and its wings spread out, like a barrier in the sky, blocking the sun and casting a haze. The roar of the bird was like the collapse of the sky and the earth, shocking people's hearts, as if thunder exploded in its beak, making the whole world tremble. Its huge wings fluttered gently, and each feather was like an arrow shot out of a string, rushing down, piercing the quiet air with the threat of death and the power of destruction.

Not only that, a violent storm gushed out of the big bird's mouth. The raindrops were like blades, mixed with the strong wind, and intertwined with the flying feathers, forming an irresistible torrent of destruction, like a ruthless death meat grinder, ruthlessly crushing towards the target on the ground - Lisa.

However, Lisa was not frightened by this horrific scene. Her eyes were firm and her face was fearless. She raised the magic flute in her hand, which shone with mysterious light. The sun was dancing on it, as if giving it life. She took a deep breath and began to play. The melodious and passionate melody flowed out of the magic flute, like a surging wave, forming an invisible shock wave, facing the attack of the big bird.

The sound waves and the feather storm met in the air, and the air seemed to be cut apart, making a sharp whistle. The collision of the two forces produced a strong vibration, and each impact was like a duel between heaven and earth, suffocating. The sound waves tried to tear the storm apart, and the storm struggled to resist, and the air was filled with a tense and fierce atmosphere!

The impact of the sound waves, the power that once frightened countless strong men, seemed so fragile in front of this feather storm. Like glass fragments flying in the wind, the shock waves of the sound waves were ruthlessly disintegrated, and the power that had once been condensed turned into invisible notes, scattered everywhere, and withered like a dream.

Countless feathers, like dense rain of arrows, rushed down, each with an irresistible edge. They hit the hard ground, instantly bursting into a harsh crackling sound, as if it was a tragic movement played by nature. The ground trembled under the heavy blows of the feathers, and the air was filled with tension and solemnity.

In this storm, Lisa's defense seemed so thin. Several sharp feathers ruthlessly penetrated her shield and pierced deeply into her shoulder. She endured the severe pain and covered the wound with one hand. The bright red blood flowed through her fingers like silk threads, staining her pure white skirt red, forming a sad and beautiful picture.

Lisa's eyes were filled with disbelief. Her widened pupils reflected the feathers piercing her body, and she was shocked beyond words. The power of this big bird was beyond imagination, far beyond the limit of S-level, and she was only a B-level rider. Facing such power, she seemed so helpless and so insignificant.

Lisa looked up helplessly at the dark dome of the cave. A huge bird creature was hovering there, like a terrifying mural. Its wings spread out, blocking out the last ray of hope she had. The bird's eyes flashed with a cold light, locking onto Lisa, who was trembling on the ground, ready to deliver the final fatal blow. It flapped its wings violently, and countless sharp feathers poured down like a rainstorm, heading straight for Lisa, each carrying the breath of death.

Just when Lisa was about to be drowned in despair, a dazzling light burst out like a meteor at dawn, tearing through the darkness and rushing forward. In that light, a figure slowly emerged. It was a dream. His figure was like a legendary brave man, holding a sword shining with pure white light. His steps were firm, like a king returning, and every move was filled with endless power and determination.

He swung the sword in his hand, and each strike was extremely precise, like dancing. The feathers that shot at him were broken, cut in two, and fell one after another. His sword light was like a protective barrier, resisting the invasion of death and opening a way for Lisa to survive.