The Great Dream God

The rage in Edward's heart was like a giant volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years. In that instant, it was completely awakened. The raging flames of anger were like violent and raging magma, gushing out with overwhelming force. The rage burned wildly in his chest, like a raging fire, hot and violent. Evil thoughts were like a surging tide, one wave after another, surging wildly, as if to completely devour his reason.

He was like a mad lion that was enraged to the extreme, and every cell in his body was filled with uncontrollable anger. That anger was like a powerful force, driving him to rush towards Lisa regardless of everything. His eyes were emitting raging fire, and the flames were hot and violent, as if they could burn everything in the world to ashes. Those angry eyes were like two extremely hot lasers, staring at Lisa, as if they wanted to completely penetrate her soul, leaving her nowhere to hide in this extreme fear.

His hands were like iron pliers, strong and powerful, tightly grasping Lisa's shoulders. The force was so great that it seemed to crush her shoulder blades alive and melt into this endless anger. His fingers were like sharp steel needles, deeply embedded in Lisa's skin, leaving shocking blood marks. The blood marks were like cruel marks, showing his inner rage, which made people shudder.

Then, he raised his iron-like leg and kicked it hard with the force of thunder. This kick was filled with his anger and disgust, and contained the power to destroy everything. The kick whistled past, bringing with it a sharp airflow, like a violent storm, and kicked Lisa's stomach with a force that crushed everything in its path.

Lisa let out a miserable cry, a cry of despair that sounded like a cry from the depths of hell, which was heart-shaking. Blood gushed out of her mouth like a fountain, drawing a sad arc in the air, like a blooming blood-colored flower, gorgeous and sad. Then, the blood fell to the ground like raindrops, and the drops of blood dyed the earth red, as if the sad song of Lisa's life was playing silently.

Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, bloodless, as if the breath of life was rapidly draining from her body. Her face, which was originally full of vitality, now looked like a withered flower, losing all its luster, and looked extremely haggard and miserable.

Edward roared angrily, "Stop! Stop your disgusting magic flute sound!" His voice resounded through the sky like thunder, with endless anger and majesty. The sound echoed in the air, shaking the air around him as if it was trembling, as if the whole world was trembling with his anger, and all things in the world were trembling in this angry roar.

However, Lisa seemed to have not heard it, and continued to play the magic flute. The sound of the flute became more and more mournful and sad, like the cry of a woman, like the wail of a dead soul, making people shudder and shudder. The sound of the flute seemed to have a strange magic, like a ghost in the dark, quietly corroding people's hearts and making people's souls tremble. The sound permeated the air, like an invisible net, covering everyone in it, making it impossible for people to escape this terrifying atmosphere.

Edward's rage burned more and more fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow the whole world in this endless anger. He did not hesitate at all and stretched out his slender and powerful fingers. His fingers were as sharp as a blade, flashing with a cold light, as if they could cut everything into pieces. He stretched out two blade-like fingers and ruthlessly inserted them directly into Lisa's mouth. Then, he pulled hard and cruelly tore off Lisa's tongue.

Lisa let out a shrill cry that was inhumane and heartbreaking, like a cuckoo crying blood, and the sound was sobbing and tearful, which made people tremble with fear and tremble all over. The cry echoed in the air for a long time, as if it was Lisa's last struggle against this cruel fate, the last song of her life, full of endless pain and despair.

At this thrilling moment, a blazing flame shot out like a violent fire dragon, rushing towards Edward with its fangs and claws bared. The flame burned so vigorously, as if it was the fire from hell, carrying the breath of destroying everything. The color of the flame was as bright as blood, as gorgeous as the sunset, dyeing the entire space a fiery red color, as if it was a burning purgatory, making people feel as if they were in a fiery hell.

Edward looked up and saw Xu Xiaofeng standing proudly, spitting out surging flames from her mouth. The flames were like surging waves, one after another, attacking him continuously. The temperature of the flames was extremely high, and the air around them was distorted by the burning, as if the rules of the world were broken by the power of the flames, and everything became chaotic.

The flames were dazzling, shining like stars, illuminating the entire dark space. Every particle in the flames seemed to be a burning spirit, jumping and dancing, releasing endless energy and heat. The shape of the flames was unpredictable, sometimes circling like a giant dragon, sometimes spreading its wings like a phoenix, and sometimes roaring like a tiger, full of mysterious and powerful power.

Edward was not moved at all, and a trace of contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes. His eyes were cold and firm, as if nothing in the world could shake his will. His eyes were as cold as a star, as sharp as a blade, and people dared not look directly at him. His eyes revealed an unparalleled confidence and majesty, as if he was the master of this world, and everything was under his control.

He waved his hands like dancing, and instantly released a blood-colored protective shield. The protective shield was like an indestructible mysterious shield, emitting a strange and mysterious light. The light was as bright as blood and as dazzling as a gem, which made people shudder. The protective shield easily blocked the raging flames, as if it was an insurmountable gap, completely isolating Edward from the destructive power.

The surface of the protective shield was gleaming with strange runes, which were like ancient spells and contained powerful power. A faint blood light flowed on the edge of the protective shield, and the blood light spread like ripples, forming a powerful aura that made it impossible for people to get close. The space inside the protective shield seemed to be an independent world, peaceful and tranquil, in sharp contrast to the flames and chaos outside.

Then, Edward once again displayed his astonishing magical power. In his hands, he slowly condensed several missiles made of blood-colored light as thick as blood plasma. The missiles were like extremely bright and brilliant meteors, dragging with them a terrifying aura that could destroy everything, and rushed towards Xu Xiaofeng who was standing in front of him with an unstoppable and unstoppable momentum.