The Great Dream God

Qing Feiyu knew that he had no choice. He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the turbid air in the world into his lungs, and then slowly exhaled. A glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes, which was the desire for life and the pursuit of dignity.

"Well, if that's the case, I'll try again!" Qing Feiyu said with a firm look in his eyes. His voice was full of determination and courage, as if he was a warrior about to go to the battlefield.

He endured the pain that was like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, and took heavy steps again, walking towards the city. Every step was like stepping on the tip of a knife, and it was extremely painful, but he did not retreat at all. His figure seemed so lonely and determined in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if he was a lonely dancer, performing his own destiny alone on this doomsday stage.

Under the city, Meng Jin was like a terrifying demon from the ancient demon era. He took firm steps like a mountain and rushed towards Qing Feiyu with an indomitable momentum. His body was tall and mighty, his muscles were as hard as iron, and he exuded a kind of daunting power. His eyes were full of killing and madness, as if he was a demon from hell.

"Qing Feiyu, today is the day you die!" Meng Jin shouted loudly, his voice as loud as a bell, deafening. His voice was full of confidence and arrogance, as if Qing Feiyu was just an insignificant ant in his eyes.

Qing Feiyu knew Meng Jin's strength, a force that was daunting. He did not dare to slack off, and concentrated his attention to raise his mental strength to the extreme. His eyes flashed with a firm light, which was a kind of persistence in life and a desire for victory.

He waved his hands, and a star-like energy shield slowly emerged in front of him. The shield emitted a mysterious and brilliant light, which was like the brightest star in the night sky, flashing with blurred and dreamy colors, as if it contained endless mysterious power. On the shield, runes flowed and the light flashed, as if telling an ancient and mysterious legend. Those runes were like ancient spells, containing powerful power, which made people marvel.

"Come on, Meng Jin! Today I will fight you!" Qing Feiyu shouted loudly, his voice full of courage and determination. His eyes were burning with the flame of battle, as if he wanted to burn all enemies to ashes.

"Hmph, you? You don't know what you can do!" Meng Jin said disdainfully, swinging the weapon in his hand even more fiercely. His weapon flashed with cold light, and every swing brought with it a powerful force, as if it could tear the void.

The two men fought in an instant, swords flashing and energy overflowing, the entire battlefield was shrouded in their battle. Their figures intertwined in the light, and every collision made a deafening sound, as if the heaven and earth were cheering for their battle.

"Qing Feiyu, prepare to die!" Meng Jin shouted, and slashed at Qing Feiyu fiercely with the weapon in his hand. The weapon carried the power of destruction, as if to completely wipe out Qing Feiyu.

Qing Feiyu raised his energy shield and barely blocked the attack. The light on the shield flickered, as if it was under great pressure. His arms trembled slightly.

"Meng Jin, don't be too proud!" Qing Feiyu gritted his teeth and took the opportunity to launch a counterattack. His figure flashed like a ghost, and the weapon in his hand stabbed towards Meng Jin with a sharp aura.

For a while, the two fought so fiercely that the air around them seemed to become hot because of their fight. Their fight was like a gorgeous fireworks display, full of power and beauty.

At this moment, Princess Ziyang shouted on the city wall: "Qing Feiyu, if you can defeat him, I will reward you handsomely!" Her voice was full of anticipation and excitement, as if this battle was just a game for her.

When Qing Feiyu heard this, he felt bitter and desperate. He knew that the reward from Princess Ziyang was not what he really wanted. He just wanted understanding and respect. But in this cruel world, these seemed to be a luxury.

Meng Jin's strength was too strong, and Qing Feiyu gradually lost the upper hand. His breathing became rapid, and every attack required great effort. But he did not give up, and his eyes still flashed with determination. He believed that as long as he persisted, he would definitely find a chance to defeat Meng Jin.

"Am I really going to die here today?" Qing Feiyu thought to himself. But he was not consumed by fear. His heart was filled with love for life and hope for the future. He knew that he could not give up so easily. He had to fight for his dignity and honor.

Under the city wall, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead, almost suffocating people. Meng Jin stood tall like a demon god, and the power emanating from his body was as deep and unfathomable as the vast galaxy, which had already transcended the boundaries of what ordinary people could imagine. His body was tall and mighty, and his solid muscles were as tight as steel. It seemed that he contained endless explosive power, as if he could cause a landslide with just a slight movement. His eyes revealed a wild and fierce aura, just like the extremely violent and unrivaled ancient beast. Just a glance could make people's souls tremble and feel endless fear.

"Come on, let me see what this so-called energy shield can do!" Meng Jin roared, his voice was like rolling thunder, reverberating between heaven and earth, deafening. After saying that, he took a big step, his steps were firm and powerful, carrying the majestic momentum that could destroy the world, and rushed towards the energy shield without any hindrance. His figure was like a falling star, carrying endless destructive power.

Suddenly, a very clear sound was heard, which sounded like a shattering sound mixed in with the sound of nature, crisp and a bit sad. The energy shield that seemed to be as solid as a rock and unbreakable, was instantly shattered like fragile glass under this extremely brutal impact. The bright fragments bloomed like fireworks, turning into dots of brilliant starlight, slowly dissipating in the air, like a dream. However, in this dreamlike scene, there was a bit of heart-pounding beauty, which made people feel sorry for this instant destruction.

"Damn it!" Qing Feiyu's face, who was not far away, suddenly became extremely ugly. A trace of panic and anger flashed in his eyes. His heart sank suddenly, as if a thousand-pound rock fell into an endless abyss.

The heavy feeling surged into his heart like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.