The Great Dream God

The eldest prince, like the god of thunder descending from the sky, was wrapped in a flash of lightning, like a bolt of lightning that cut through the darkness, rushing towards Mengjin. His figure was looming in the flash of lightning, and every move he made was accompanied by an irresistible force, as if it could shake the heavens and the earth and tear apart every trace of tranquility in the air. That power was so powerful that it made people tremble.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step he took was accompanied by a deafening thunder, like the roar of the sky and the vibration of the earth, shaking the hearts of everyone who witnessed this scene. The sound was not just a physical roar, but also a spiritual impact, making people feel a majesty and solemnity beyond the mundane. It seemed that under the steps of this god of thunder, even the rules of heaven and earth were giving way to him, the stars were moving, the wind was rising, and the clouds were surging, all in response to his call.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife and as deep as the night sky, reflecting endless determination and tenacity. His figure stood in the lightning, like an unshakable mountain that no one could shake. His arrival not only brought the shock of thunder, but also brought endless expectations and awe. At this moment, everyone felt his power and fearlessness, as if he was the master who controlled the world and harnessed the thunder.

After seeing the situation in front of him, Meng Jin did not hesitate at all, and a deep power emerged from his body. This power did not come from superficial strength, but from the tenacity and persistence in the depths of his soul. His eyes flashed with a firm light, as if to declare that no matter what difficulties he faced, he was determined to break through.

He raised his hand and waved it gently. In an instant, a huge black figure emerged from his body, like the master of darkness, silent but not to be ignored. This black figure was the embodiment of his power, the entity condensed from his faith and will. In his hands, darkness was no longer a symbol of fear, but the embodiment of power. It spread, carrying an indescribable pressure that made people hold their breath.

This figure is tall and mysterious, like a black monument standing in the night sky, and each of its shadows contains profound power. The interweaving of darkness and power forms a strong visual impact, as if it can shake people's souls and make people feel the invisible pressure. It is both Meng Jin's guardian and his weapon. In the endless darkness, it reveals Meng Jin's determination.

However, the strength displayed by the eldest prince, his speed and power, far exceeded everyone's expectations. Every step he took was like a thunderbolt, containing endless power. His figure on the battlefield was like an unstoppable wave, invincible and invincible.

The mysterious black figure once frightened everyone. Its presence was like a haze that shrouded and suffocated people. However, under the attack of the eldest prince, the black figure instantly lost its former majesty. Like a solid ice sculpture encountering the blazing sun, it collapsed and disintegrated in an instant, turning into countless black gas that filled the air.

These black air were like smoke and dust swept by a strong wind. They were blown away by the power of the eldest prince and disappeared into the void in all directions without leaving any trace. Every wisp of black air dissipated.

The eldest prince's attack was not less fierce because of any obstruction. His movements were like a sophisticated war machine, fearless and ruthless. He stretched out his palm, like an iron shackle, tightly locking Meng Jin's neck, with such force that it seemed to squeeze the breath of life out of his body. He turned his wrist, and an irresistible force burst out instantly. Meng Jin's body struggled helplessly in the air, and was finally smashed to the ground.

The ground trembled under this shocking force, as if it felt fear, and the stones and dust jumped as if disturbed by the footsteps of a giant. Every crack told of the terrible power, and every splash of sand and gravel was a ruthless testimony to Meng Jin's situation. Meng Jin's face turned pale as paper under the heavy pressure, and his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, but he could not break free from the hand like an iron chain.

The eldest prince's eyes were cold and firm, and every move he made was filled with a murderous and decisive aura. His goal was clear, which was to completely suppress Meng Jin and make him powerless under his pressure. The shaking of the ground gradually subsided, but the eldest prince's offensive showed no signs of fatigue. His figure appeared even taller in the dust, like an insurmountable mountain, pressing Meng Jin to the point of suffocation.

At this moment, the eldest prince was like an unparalleled god of war standing between heaven and earth, commanding every inch of land and every breath of air on the battlefield. His eyes were like a thousand-year-old ice, cold and deep, revealing an indestructible determination, as if any challenge would be instantly shattered in front of him. That firm gaze was like stars shining in the night sky, no one could shake it, his will was the law of the battlefield, no one could stop it, no one dared to stop it. He was like a pillar in the center of the storm, immovable as a mountain, unmatched, holding the entire battlefield tightly in his hands, showing a magnificent picture that no one could match.

He took firm steps with full concentration, and each step seemed to beat the drum of fate. The burning faith in his heart was like a raging fire, illuminating the unknown road ahead. His eyes were firm, like the first ray of light at dawn, fearless, full of endless determination and perseverance. In his chest, beating was the persistent pursuit of the goal, and every heartbeat declared his unyielding to the challenge.

Behind this determined move forward, there is a great figure, he is the great elder, like an eternal lighthouse, silently guarding behind him. With selfless dedication, he injected all his wisdom and strength into the life of this young man, illuminated his way forward, gave him wings to fly, and let him fly fearlessly in the wind and rain.

The existence of the great elder is as silent and powerful as the mother of the earth. Every breath he takes turns into an invisible force that supports him to move forward. His eyes are deep, like the sea of ​​stars, full of insight into the future and expectations for the youth. His hands, although covered with traces of time, are still powerful, like a sculptor's chisel, shaping the tenacity and courage of the youth.

However, the wheel of time rolled on mercilessly, and the Great Elder's strength gradually faded, and his body became as fragile as an autumn leaf. His fall was like the setting sun, without the raging storm, but only a peaceful silence. That gentle fall was like a leaf brushing the surface of a lake, and the ripples stirred up slowly spread in the air, touching everyone's heartstrings.