The Great Dream God

However, fate did not seem to let him off easily. As he ran desperately, a tall black shadow appeared in front of him like a ghost, blocking his way. The black shadow was tall and majestic, exuding an irresistible sense of oppression.

Meng Jin didn't have time to stop and punched the tall black shadow. "Who is it? How dare you block my way!" He shouted angrily, his voice full of anger and majesty. His fist was full of powerful force, as if to destroy all obstacles in front of him.

However, his fist was like hitting a rock-hard mountain, unable to shake the opponent at all. The powerful recoil force surged like a surging wave, making his arm numb and as if he had lost consciousness in an instant. The recoil force was so strong that Meng Jin felt frightened.

Meng Jin raised his head and finally saw the face of the tall black figure. He was shocked. "Princess Ziyang? Why is it you?" He shouted in disbelief, his voice full of surprise and confusion. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Princess Ziyang smiled coldly, like frost in winter, making people shudder. She said in a cold voice, "Mengjin, I am here, you can't escape today!" The voice was icy cold and majestic, as if it was a divine judgment from the sky, with an unquestionable power. Her eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate Mengjin's soul, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Meng Jin suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth: "Princess Zi Yang, now it's a life-and-death fight!" There was a hint of unwillingness and anger in his voice, and a firm light flashed in his eyes, as if he was expressing his unyielding spirit to Princess Zi Yang.

Princess Ziyang looked at him with cold eyes and said, "You've made a big mistake, and you still want to escape? That's simply wishful thinking!" Her voice was full of disdain and ridicule, as if Meng Jin was just an insignificant ant in her eyes.

Although Meng Jin was extremely surprised, his face did not show any panic, and his eyes were filled with a calm and fearless look. "Kill me if you dare!" He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart, and then used the dream technique. In an instant, the air around him seemed to become ethereal, and a strange and bizarre dream world slowly unfolded. This dream world was full of all kinds of strange scenes and mysterious powers, making people feel as if they were in a dreamlike world.

"Haha! Such a petty trick!" Meng Jin laughed at Princess Ziyang wantonly in his dream. His laughter echoed in the dream, full of provocation and disdain. His figure appeared and disappeared in the dream, as if he was the absolute master of this world. His eyes flashed with confidence, as if this dream world was his territory and no one could invade it.

Princess Ziyang just smiled slightly, and that smile contained a kind of calmness and composure. "Meng Jin, your dream technique is nothing but a trifle in front of me." She said slowly, and at the same time released the power of the transparent block in her body without reservation. The power was powerful and mysterious, and instantly permeated the entire dream world.

In the dream world, a powerful wave of power suddenly spread, and the whole world began to tremble. The wave of power was like a powerful storm, sweeping across the entire dream world, making everything unstable. The ground began to shake violently, mountains collapsed, rivers dried up, and the whole world seemed to be in the doomsday disaster.

"What kind of power is this?" Meng Jin felt this powerful force and was a little panicked. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly pulled himself together and tried to resist this powerful force.

Princess Ziyang sneered, "This is a force you cannot resist. Meng Jin, just surrender!" Her voice was full of confidence and majesty, as if she had seen Meng Jin's failure and surrender.

The power contained in the transparent cube in Princess Ziyang's body was like a surging, unstoppable torrent that instantly swept across the entire dream world with overwhelming force. The power was so strong that it was unparalleled, as if it had the terrifying power to destroy everything in the world.

The dream world began to tremble violently under the ravages of this majestic force. Fine cracks emerged quietly like ghosts, and spread rapidly at an alarming speed, like an intricate spider web, covering the entire dream world. Meng Jin widened his eyes and watched his dream covered with these cracks, which crisscrossed like a spider web and were shocking. An indescribable fear and despair suddenly surged in his heart. He tried his best to strengthen the power of the dream, in an attempt to prevent this nightmare scene from continuing to deteriorate. However, everything was too late. The gears of fate turned mercilessly, pushing him into an endless abyss.

There was a loud bang, like the death knell of the end of the world. The sound was dull and shocking, as if it would shake the soul out of the body. In this earth-shattering sound, the dream was completely shattered, turning into countless fragments that fell like meteors and disappeared into the endless darkness. Meng Jin was also ruthlessly thrown back into the cruel reality. His body seemed to have suffered a severe blow, as if he was hit hard by an invisible powerful force, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and he was in great pain. He knelt on his knees, his body trembling involuntarily, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes. The blood and tears rolled down like precious red pearls, leaving two shocking blood marks on his cheeks, like two deep ravines, telling of his inner pain and despair. There were also criss-crossing blood cracks on his face, as if it was a broken piece of exquisite porcelain, which made people unable to bear to look directly at it. Every crack was like a mark of fate, ruthlessly corroding his face and soul.

He howled in pain, and the sound echoed for a long time in this empty and lonely land, which seemed particularly miserable and sad. The sound was full of resentment and indignation against fate, as if it was an accusation and resistance to the cruel reality. His voice was like the blood-crying cuckoo, and it was sad and heartbreaking. The desperate wail seemed to be a cry from the depths of the soul, full of endless pain and helplessness.

Princess Ziyang stood proudly in her original position, her figure as tall as a pine tree, looking down at Meng Jin's painful wail. Her eyes were as cold as frost, without any warmth, just like she was staring at an insignificant and humble ant. In her eyes, Meng Jin's pain seemed meaningless, not worth wasting a bit of her pity and sympathy. Her eyes revealed a kind of arrogance and indifference that made people shudder.