The Great Dream God

The smoke was like the breath of a demon, spreading wantonly, shrouding the entire world in chaos. The thick smoke, like the dark breath released by the messenger of hell, spread rapidly, plunging the entire world into a haze. The bloody smell was like a mad demon that had broken free from its shackles, spreading wildly and wantonly, eroding every inch of land. The pungent smell of blood made people feel as if they were in a bloody slaughterhouse, making them sick.

Lisa, whose body was as delicate as a flower, was severely injured at this moment, and she fell miserably in a pool of blood like a withered petal. She was barely breathing, and the flame of her life was swaying in the wind, as if it would go out at any time.

"Lisa!" Meng Jin in the distance let out a heart-wrenching cry. He ran towards Lisa madly, his eyes full of despair and anger.

The culprit of all this was actually Qingfeng who led everyone to do it. This cruel scene, like a hideous scar, was nakedly presented to the world and happened to be witnessed by Meng Jin.

"Qingfeng, I want you to pay for your blood with blood!" Meng Jin roared with gritted teeth.

"Hmph, that depends on whether you have the ability to do so!" Qingfeng responded disdainfully.

Meng Jin's heart was instantly devoured by endless anger. The anger was like a surging black tide, with the power to destroy everything, almost completely drowning his reason. His eyes turned red as blood, just like a completely enraged and violent lion, burning with raging anger. From the depths of his throat, a roar of extreme grief and anger came out.

"Ah!" Meng Jin roared, "You bunch of demons, I'm going to make you pay the price!"

The roar was like thunder, as if it was going to shatter the heaven and earth into dust. Carrying endless pain and anger, it echoed for a long time in this empty battlefield, like a tragic war song.

Driven by this anger, Meng Jin was like a wild beast out of control, falling into a state of rage. He unleashed the mysterious and powerful dream, and the power was like a deep and boundless vortex, carrying endless mystery and terror. In the vortex, the power of darkness intertwined and entangled, as if to draw everything into it.

"What kind of power is this?" Qingfeng looked at the dream that Meng Jin displayed in horror.

"This is your nightmare!" Meng Jin said fiercely.

Qingfeng and Shangguan Ying were caught off guard and were instantly drawn into an illusory dream.

In this dreamlike world, Shangguan Ying and Qingfeng seemed to have lost themselves, and their souls were controlled by the power of darkness.

"Where is this? Why am I here?" Shangguan Ying said in panic.

"We've fallen into a trap!" Qingfeng said with a gloomy face.

They attacked each other involuntarily, waving their weapons like a mad storm. Their eyes were filled with confusion and fear, as if they were in an endless maze, unable to find a way out and unable to extricate themselves.

"Shangguan Ying, are you crazy?" Qingfeng shouted.

"It's not me, it's this damn dream!" Shangguan Ying responded.

This dream, like a terrible cage, tightly bound their souls and made them struggle painfully inside.

When they finally broke free from this horrific dream, they were horrified to find that their bodies were actually attacking each other and the fight was difficult to separate.

"What is going on?" Shangguan Ying asked in horror.

"Damn Meng Jin!" Qingfeng cursed.

Their hearts were filled with doubts and shock, but at this moment, they did not have time to think too much.

Meng Jin took advantage of the situation and launched a fierce attack on Shangguan Ying. He muttered something, and the mysterious spell was like an ancient rune, flashing a strange light in the air.

"Prepare to die, Shangguan Ying!" Meng Jin shouted.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Shangguan Ying responded unyieldingly.

Each syllable seemed to contain endless power, like the falling of stars, shaking the heaven and earth. Following his spell, a terrifying existence, the King of Cthulhu, was summoned.

The figure of the King of Cthulhu was huge, like a dark and majestic mountain, towering into the clouds, covering the entire battlefield. Its body was like the incarnation of the night, deep and mysterious, and daunting.

"What kind of monster is this?" everyone shouted in horror.

Its hideous face was like a demon from hell, and its twisted features exuded an evil aura that made people shudder. Its huge body exuded an evil aura that spread rapidly like a dark tide, and wherever it went, the breath of life was ruthlessly devoured, making people feel suffocated.

The King of Cthulhu opened his bloody mouth, and a black light shot out like lightning, attacking Shangguan Ying.

"No!" Shangguan Ying shouted in despair.

The light contained an endless dark force, as if it was going to devour everything in the world. The light was like a black torrent, surging with the will of destruction. Shangguan Ying had no time to dodge and was hit by this powerful attack.

His body flew out in an instant like a kite with a broken string, drawing a miserable arc in the air.

"Ah!" Shangguan Ying let out a scream.

The arc was like a track of despair, recording his failure and pain. Then, he fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud. His body was severely injured, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the ground beneath him bright red.

"Shangguan Ying!" Qingfeng shouted.

The bright red was like a tragic painting, depicting the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. Shangguan Ying fled back to the Winter City in a miserable state, leaving behind only his miserable figure and endless regret in the cold wind.

"This is an evil thing!!! An ancient evil thing!" Shangguan Ying shouted.

The cold wind was like a knife, cutting his skin and his soul.

After dealing with Shangguan Ying, Meng Jin immediately turned his attention to Qingfeng. His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, a belief that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"Qingfeng, your doomsday has come!" Meng Jin said.

"Hmph, it's still uncertain who will win!" Qingfeng responded.

He once again used that powerful dream skill, trying to kill Qingfeng in one fell swoop.

Seeing this, Qingfeng's heart tightened. He knew Meng Jin was very powerful and did not dare to be careless. He immediately released the Tai Chi field, which contained the power of yin and yang, like a solid barrier, emitting a mysterious light.

"Is this what you rely on? Meng Jin, you underestimate me too much!" Qingfeng said.

This light was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm and gentle, yet full of endless power. The light intertwined like silk threads, forming a perfect circular area that enveloped Qingfeng.

Meng Jin's dark blood energy cannon was like a black meteor, carrying the breath of destroying everything, and it slammed heavily into the Tai Chi field.

"Break it for me!" Meng Jin shouted.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise that shook the earth. The sound resounded through the sky like thunder, shaking the earth. The entire battlefield seemed to be crumbling in this loud noise, as if the end of the world was approaching.

"Ah!" Everyone covered their ears.

The loud noise was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts hard and making them terrified.

However, Qingfeng's Tai Chi field was extremely powerful. It was like a bottomless black hole, greedily absorbing Meng Jin's second dark blood energy cannon.

"Meng Jin, you can't break my Tai Chi field!" Qingfeng said proudly.

Moreover, from the Tai Chi realm, there came a strong suction force, as if to suck Meng Jin's soul into it. The suction force was like a whirlpool, strong and irresistible, making people feel desperate.

"Not good!" Meng Jin thought to himself that something was wrong.