The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's gaze fell solemnly on the woman lying on the ground, Qingniao. Her body was weak and powerless, like a fallen leaf swaying in the autumn wind, which made people feel pity for her.

Although his steps were firm, each one seemed to be weighing on his heart, heavy and resolute. He headed towards the darkness ahead, where the legendary King of Cthulhu stood. His voice echoed in the empty space, full of earnestness and seriousness: "King of Cthulhu, we are not bloodthirsty hunters, and our purpose is not to take his life. Please show mercy and give him a way out! We have never intended to kill him, and our actions are only to protect, not to destroy." Every word he said was like a scale to measure justice, trying to find a balance between power and mercy.

Upon hearing this, the King of Cthulhu nodded slowly. His movements were like a giant octopus in the deep sea, and every subtle movement contained endless power and wisdom.

His voice was as deep as the abyss, echoing in the endless darkness around him: "My great master, I am aware of your worries. Indeed, I have retracted the violent hand of destruction, and his life has not disappeared, just like a flower in winter, which has lost the power to bloom but still retains traces of life. At this moment, he has been completely deprived of the ability to attack, and has no possibility of rising again. He can only struggle in powerlessness and despair." The words of the King of Cthulhu contained both a majestic declaration and a hint of elusive indifference, as if everything was under his control and no one could escape his judgment.

Meng Jin nodded slowly, and took firm steps until he stood beside Ms. Bluebird. His eyes were full of concern as he stared at the tenacious figure in front of him - Bluebird, who was struggling to lie on the ground. Although her body was shaking uncontrollably, she was still trying to get up. Meng Jin sighed softly, and said to her in a gentle but firm tone: "There is really no need to work so hard. Sometimes, accepting help is also a kind of strength." He understood that Bluebird's perseverance came from her pride, but this pride should not be a reason for her to endure the pain alone.

The bluebird's words were like the cold wind in winter, biting and chilling. Her eyes were filled with deep disappointment and anger, because she knew that Meng Jin's actions not only destroyed the future of the tribe, but also betrayed all the tribe members.

Meng Jin stood in front of her with a smug smile on his face, and he seemed to have no regrets about what he had done. His eyes revealed a kind of coldness, as if to say that this world is a world where the strong prey on the weak, and only the strong can survive.

A strong sense of unwillingness surged in the heart of the blue bird. She knew that she could not let Meng Jin's conspiracy succeed. She had to find a way to save her people and restore their strength and dignity.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then said firmly: "Mengjin, you may think you have won, but I will not let your conspiracy succeed. I will find a way to take back our sacred objects and let our tribe rise again."

Meng Jin squatted on the ground, his eyes intertwined with Blue Bird's hatred, his voice filled with contempt and ridicule: "Your tribe should not have risen up!" His words were like a sharp blade, piercing Blue Bird's heart.

A trace of pain flashed in Qingniao's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger determination. She knew that the conversation with Meng Jin could not change anything, and only actions could prove everything. She clenched her fists, her nails almost embedded in her palms, but a sneer appeared on her face.

"Hurry up and do it!" Qingniao suddenly broke the silence, with a hint of provocation and indomitable spirit in her voice. She knew that this struggle was unavoidable, and she had to take action, even if it meant facing the powerful force of Mengjin.

Meng Jin's sneer froze on his face. He had not expected that Qingniao would challenge him so directly. He stood up, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by confidence. He knew that his strength was far greater than Qingniao's, but he also realized that Qingniao's courage and determination should not be underestimated.

The atmosphere between the two became tense and solemn, and the air around them seemed to freeze. Meng Jin and Qingniao were both ready, and a fierce duel was about to begin.

Meng Jin's doubts were instantly broken. He heard the sound of breaking through the air. It was a combination of speed and power, foreshadowing the coming impact. His heartbeat accelerated, and his intuition told him that this was not an ordinary attack, but a blow containing powerful energy.

The King of Cthulhu, as Meng Jin's ally or opponent, changed his expression, and he obviously felt the sudden threat. His eyes were fixed on the green light in the air, and a hint of surprise and vigilance flashed in his eyes.

The cyan light, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, headed straight for Mengjin with an unstoppable momentum. Its light left a bright trail in the air, and everything around it was eclipsed at this moment.

The true identity of the cyan light was finally revealed. It was an arrow condensed from pure energy. Its shape seemed like a sign that pointed the way, but it contained destructive power. When this energy arrow cut through the sky and hit Mengjin directly, its speed and power were so fast that people were caught off guard.

Although Meng Jin had reacted quickly and tried to build a defense, his barrier seemed insufficient to completely resist this sudden and powerful attack. The moment the arrow hit, a dazzling light and a deafening roar broke out, and the energy fluctuations spread in all directions like water waves.

Meng Jin was blown away by this force, his body tumbling in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, with cracks appearing on the ground due to the impact. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and he was obviously seriously injured. This blow not only caused physical damage to him, but also dealt a heavy blow to him mentally.

King Cthulhu witnessed all this and his face became extremely solemn.

The true identity of the cyan light was finally revealed. It turned out to be an arrow condensed from pure energy. It was not only extremely fast, but also incredibly destructive. Although Meng Jin reacted quickly, his defense was easily broken by such a powerful attack. The moment the arrow hit him, it burst out with dazzling light and a huge shock wave. Meng Jin was blown away by this force and fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, obviously seriously injured.

At this critical moment, two figures appeared like ghosts. Their movements were as fast as lightning, and they were by Meng Jin's side almost at the same time he landed. These two figures might be warriors from the Bluebird tribe, or representatives of other forces, but their goal was the same - to ensure that Meng Jin could not continue to fight.

They landed on the ground and quickly surrounded Meng Jin, forming a tight encirclement. Meng Jin lay on the ground, and although he was still conscious, he had lost the ability to resist. His eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness and despair. He did not expect that he would fall into despair so quickly.

The two figures did not immediately launch a fatal attack on Meng Jin, but instead vigilantly observed his every move to prevent him from having any other tricks up his sleeve.

Meng Jin fell to the ground, spitting blood, his vision was blurred, but when he tried to focus, he saw two figures. He thought they were other members of the tribe, or other allies, but when he saw clearly, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren, they were once Meng Jin's best friends, and they experienced countless challenges and adventures together. They had a deep friendship and mutual trust, and they shared the joy of victory and the pain of failure. However, now, they stood on the opposite side of Meng Jin and became his enemies.

Meng Jin felt a deep sense of betrayal, and his heart was filled with doubts and pain. He didn't understand why his former friends suddenly became enemies, and what made them change their original intentions and stand on the opposite side of the ethnic group.

Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren had grim expressions, and there was no trace of pity or hesitation in their eyes. They looked at Meng Jin as if he were an obstacle that had to be cleared. Their actions were swift and decisive, and they were clearly ready to end Meng Jin's life.

Meng Jin knew that he was now at an absolute disadvantage. His body was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced, while Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren were fully armed and well prepared.