The Great Dream God

Outside the capital, wars raged and gunpowder smoke filled the sky. The thick black smoke seemed like an endless dark abyss, madly devouring the light, covering the sky and the sun, making the whole world seem to be sinking into the desperate situation of the end of the world. Under the ruthless burning of the raging flames, the earth cracked into shocking cracks like the mouth of the abyss, crisscrossing, as if it was the painful groan of the earth. The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning, and the breath of death covered every inch of land like a haze, which made people shudder.

Qing Feiyu stood alone in this chaotic world. His figure seemed so small and frail in the billowing smoke, like a small boat in a storm, which could be swallowed up by the tide of doomsday at any time. His expression was as solemn as frost, and his cold eyes stared at the flaming fireball released by Meng Jin, which seemed to come from the abyss of hell. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, like a burning flame that would never go out.

"This damn fireball is simply the product of the devil!" Qing Feiyu gritted his teeth and said, his voice full of anger and unwillingness. The words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless hatred.

Those fireballs carried a devastating momentum, just like meteors falling to the ground, rushing towards him with the force of thunder. Each fireball was like a blazing sun, emitting a suffocating high temperature, as if it was going to burn everything in the world. The fireballs streaked across the void, leaving behind a series of scorching tracks, as if the flames of hell were raging on earth.

"Come on! I won't be defeated by you so easily!" Qing Feiyu roared, his figure was like a ghost, erratic, dodging the dangerous attacks again and again. His figure was like a flash of lightning, shuttling between the gaps of the fireballs, and every move was full of resolute courage.

The fireball was extremely hot, just like a blazing sun in the sky, as if it was going to ignite all the surrounding air and turn it into a blazing sea of ​​fire. The scorching heat made the air distorted, as if the whole world was trembling under this terrifying heat. Beads of sweat rolled down Qing Feiyu's forehead like rain, and every drop of sweat was evaporated in an instant, turning into wisps of white water vapor. His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue that was difficult to hide, but he still gritted his teeth and desperately avoided the attacks that followed with his tenacious will. His clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, but they quickly dried under the high temperature of the fireball and became wrinkled.

"This is not a solution. I must find a way to fight back!" Qing Feiyu dodged while thinking about countermeasures. His brain was working rapidly, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation. However, the fireballs' attack became more and more fierce and violent, like a violent storm, making it almost impossible to breathe. Each fireball carried the power of destruction, as if to completely wipe out Qing Feiyu. Qing Feiyu's physical strength was rapidly depleted, his movements began to slow down, and his originally agile posture gradually became heavy.

"Damn it! My body can't hold on any longer!" Qing Feiyu secretly cried out inwardly. His breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to burn his lungs. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step he took required tremendous effort.

In the end, Qing Feiyu was unable to dodge and was hit by a huge fireball. At that moment, he felt as if his body was about to be torn apart. The huge impact blew him away like a cannonball. His body was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a miserable arc in the air, and then fell heavily on the towering city wall of Kyoto. The originally solid city wall also trembled slightly under this violent impact, and some gravel and dust fell. The bricks and stones on the city wall appeared fine cracks under the impact, as if they were crying for Qing Feiyu's tragic experience.

At this moment, Qing Feiyu's clothes were ragged and tattered. His neat clothes had turned into shreds and were barely hanging on his body. His body was covered with crisscrossing scars, and blood was flowing, making his body look like a bloody man, extremely miserable. His hair was messy, covered with dust and blood, and his face was covered with scratches and bloodstains, making it almost impossible to recognize his original appearance.

"Cough cough..." Qing Feiyu coughed hard, trying to get up from the ground. Every cough was accompanied by a sharp pain, as if his internal organs were burning. His eyes were full of pain and despair, but also a hint of unwillingness.

"Qing Feiyu, you useless thing!" Princess Ziyang on the city wall saw Qing Feiyu's miserable condition and cursed angrily, "You escaped back in such a miserable way? How can you face me!" Princess Ziyang's voice was sharp and piercing, like a sharp blade, fiercely hurting Qing Feiyu's heart.

Qing Feiyu struggled to stand up with great difficulty, and faced Princess Ziyang on the city wall. His voice was as hoarse as torn silk, "Princess, I have tried my best, but I am really unable to fight anymore..." His voice was filled with endless fatigue and helplessness, as if he was a soul struggling in the darkness.

Princess Ziyang stood proudly on the city wall, looking down at Qing Feiyu from a high position. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, her skirt fluttering in the wind, like a blooming peony, noble and cold. Her eyes were full of disdain and anger, and that look seemed to be able to pierce people. Her hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, shining with golden light, forming a sharp contrast with her cold expression.

"Try your best? In my opinion, you are a coward who escapes from the battlefield!" Princess Ziyang shouted sternly, "I order you to continue fighting immediately!" Her voice echoed in the smoke-filled battlefield with irresistible majesty, as if it was a judgment from hell.

Beside her, the guards held spears in their hands, looking majestic, and their eyes were also full of disdain and disgust for Qing Feiyu. In their view, Qing Feiyu's failure was a shame and an insult to their dignity.

Qing Feiyu's heart was filled with helplessness and grievance, drowning him like a tide. His eyes were filled with pain and despair. He didn't understand why his efforts and contributions were not recognized, and why he had to endure such humiliation and scolding.

"Princess, I am not deserting the battlefield. It's just that the opponent is too powerful..." Qing Feiyu tried to explain, but his voice seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Princess Ziyang's anger.

"Enough! I don't want to hear your excuses!" Princess Ziyang interrupted him, "If you don't go, I will not let you off easily!" Her voice was cold and resolute, without any mercy or sympathy.