The Great Dream God

Meng Jin was strangled by a hand like an iron clamp, as if the whole world had frozen at this moment. His face quickly lost all its color and became as pale as paper. He no longer had the bravery and heroism of the past, only endless fear and astonishment left deep marks on his face. His eyes, the eyes that once illuminated the battlefield and frightened the enemy, now flashed with burning anger and unyielding will, like two blazing stars that refused to extinguish even on the edge of life.

His teeth were tightly clenched, like a sharp ice knife, flashing a cold light under the bright moonlight, as if it could cut through the air, making a harsh friction sound, which was his silent resistance and his final struggle against fate. This sound was particularly harsh in the quiet night, like the roar of a war drum, announcing his tenacity and indomitable spirit.

Meng Jin stared at the eldest prince in front of him with wide eyes. His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing through the night and piercing into the eldest prince's heart. In his eyes, anger was like a raging fire, burning with accusations of injustice; unwillingness was like a rock, firm in his desire for victory; despair was like an abyss, swallowing up his hope for the future. His eyes were like a silent epic, telling of his bravery, his anger, his helplessness, and his endless regrets.

The figure of the eldest prince was blurry and clear in Meng Jin's eyes. He saw the hideousness of power, the ugliness of betrayal, and his own destiny.

The eldest prince's face was twisted to the point of being hideous. His eyes were like those of a wolf, flashing with ferocity and cunningness. Every glance revealed endless hatred, as if he wanted to imprint Meng Jin's image deep in his bones and blood, making him unforgettable forever. His teeth clenched tightly, making a rustling sound, as if he was chewing on his anger and hatred for Meng Jin.

His hands were like the claws of an iron eagle, tightly gripping Meng Jin's throat, with such force that it seemed as if he was going to crush Meng Jin's neck bones inch by inch. His fingers sank deeply into Meng Jin's skin, leaving shocking marks, and blood quietly seeped between the two of them, staining their lapels red, but it did not shake their determination to be together.

At this moment when the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost impossible to breathe, Meng Jin's eyes were unusually calm. His fist exploded like thunder, and he swung it out with irresistible force, hitting the eldest prince's cheek. That blow was like a landslide and tsunami, stirring up ripples in the air and even making the surrounding air tremble. It seemed as if one could hear the sound of the air being torn apart and bones breaking echoing in the silence at that moment, deafening and piercing the heart.

The eldest prince's face instantly showed intense pain. His pupils suddenly contracted, like a cat pricked by a needle, and his muscles spasmed in pain. However, this did not make him retreat at all, but instead aroused his rage. He let out a roar that resounded through the sky, and the sound was like a wounded beast howling in the forest at night, full of desperate and crazy resistance. He rushed back desperately, and the scars on his body seemed to be just fuel to ignite his fighting spirit!

His hands were like a giant python, tightly locking Meng Jin's neck, with such force that Meng Jin could hardly breathe. Their bodies collided in the moonlight, and each collision was accompanied by a dull sound. The sweat of the two splashed in the air like sparks of battle. Meng Jin felt like his lungs were on fire, and every struggle brought him closer to the edge of suffocation, but he still resisted stubbornly, not giving up any hope of survival.

Meng Jin, the warrior known as the Son of Darkness, suddenly let out a deafening roar, as if the entire world was shaking in his roar. His voice was like thunder in a violent wind, instantly tearing apart the tranquility and shaking the hearts of everyone present. This roar was not only a release of power, but also his endless provocation and contempt for the enemy.

Then, in the horrified eyes of everyone, a dark shadow suddenly appeared beside the eldest prince, like the deepest ghost in the night, descending silently. That was Ke Di, a mysterious warrior summoned by Meng Jin with his powerful magic. His appearance was like an unpredictable storm, carrying an endless murderous aura.

Kedi slowly raised his arm, and his eyes, like the abyss, stared directly at the eldest prince, without any emotional fluctuations, only cold determination. In the palm of his hand, a black light began to condense. The light was not dazzling, but full of unfathomable power, attracting all the energy around it like a black hole. The surge of this power seemed to shake the world and make the air stagnate.

As Kedi gently waved his palm, the black light burst out like a wild horse, turning into a violent torrent of energy, sweeping towards the eldest prince. The impact of this force was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, instantly submerging the eldest prince.

The power of the explosion was like a thunderbolt, and the eldest prince's body was blown away in an instant. He rolled in the air, and the blood spurting out of his mouth was like a broken ruby, spilling all over the sky. His body drew a sad arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The surrounding land cracked due to his impact, and dust flew in the air.

Under the impact of the explosion, the eldest prince flew out like a kite with a broken string. His body drew a sad arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, smashing up a cloud of dust. The ground trembled because of his impact, as if wailing his fate. The sound of bang bang bang echoed in the empty battlefield, and each sound was like the bell of death, ringing the end of his life. His robes were torn, and his golden crown fell off. The former majesty was now only embarrassment and helplessness.

Meng Jin slowly stood up from the ground. The dirt on his body could not hide the determination in his eyes. He reached out to wipe the bright red at the corner of his mouth, which was the witness of his previous confrontation with the eldest prince and the mark of his determination. He stared at the silent Emperor Ke beside him, his eyes full of expectation and encouragement.

"We have enough power to crush him, but if we don't use it, we will only become the villains who die because of talking too much!" Meng Jin's words were deep and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Kedi's heart. His words were full of desire for victory, hatred for failure, respect for life, and ruthless ridicule for the enemy.

"Now, it's time to give him the final blow!" Meng Jin's eyes were like blazing fire, burning with endless determination and courage. He knew that the decision at this moment would determine the direction of the entire battle and their future fate. He did not give Kedi time to hesitate, because life and death on the battlefield often depended on a moment.