The Great Dream God

He struggled to raise his shaking hand. It seemed as if his hand was carrying a huge stone. Every inch he raised was extremely difficult, as if his arm no longer belonged to him, but was suppressed by a mysterious force. He struggled to use the mysterious and horrifying Axis of Good and Evil on Princess Ziyang. When this technique appeared in the world, the air around him seemed to solidify instantly, and a strange and abnormal aura spread like a tide, making people tremble. The aura seemed to carry the gloomy chill from hell, floating in the air like a ghost, making people shudder.

However, Princess Ziyang showed no fear. Her cold eyes were like solid ice that had not melted for a thousand years, emitting a chilling chill that seemed to freeze everything in the world. Her eyes revealed an absolute majesty and disdain, as if the attack of the castle tower was nothing but a trivial child's play in her eyes. Her moves were as swift as lightning, so fast that it was hard to keep up. Her figure was like a phantom, and she accurately grasped the mysterious axis of good and evil in an instant. Her movements were smooth and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, as if everything was under her control.

Then, she suddenly squeezed hard, and the axis of good and evil, which contained powerful forces, was crushed into pieces in her hands like a fragile glass product. At the moment of crushing, brilliant light overflowed, just like the sudden fall of stars, extremely brilliant but also full of endless sadness. The light was as bright as a dream, but it also had a sense of beauty, which made people sigh. The light was as brilliant as fireworks, but it disappeared in an instant, leaving only silence and sadness.

Afterwards, Princess Ziyang was even more merciless. Her fingers were like sharp eagle claws, carrying a cold and murderous intent, and she pinched Tianshou's skin tightly. The fingers were as sharp as a blade, as if they could easily tear everything apart. Then, with a sudden pull, the skin on Tianshou's body was cruelly torn apart. At that moment, Tianshou let out a shrill and resounding howl, which seemed to come from the abyss of hell, making people tremble all over and their hair stand on end. The howl was like a sharp sword, piercing people's eardrums and making people's hearts tremble. The sound echoed in the air, lingering in everyone's heart like a nightmare, making people unable to escape.

Just as Princess Ziyang was feeling complacent, Meng Jin, who had collapsed on the ground like a lifeless, rotten corpse, slowly stood up. His eyes revealed an unwavering determination and fortitude, a fearless courage that put life and death aside, as if nothing in the world could stop him from moving forward. His eyes were like torches, burning with an unyielding flame, a struggle against fate and a challenge to adversity. His eyes were full of strength and determination, as if they could burn everything that stood in his way.

He was chanting a mysterious spell in a low voice. The deep and mysterious rhythm seemed to be summoning a mysterious power from ancient times. That power was ancient and majestic, containing endless profound mysteries. The spell was like an ancient poem, echoing in the air, carrying a mysterious power, making people feel a majesty from ancient times. The sound of the spell was low and distant, as if it had traveled through the tunnel of time and space and came from ancient times, carrying a mysterious power and majesty.

In an instant, a dark light as deep as ink erupted from his body. The light was like thick ink, swallowing up everything around it in an instant. The dark light was like a roaring beast, opening its endless dark mouth and sucking everything in. The light was as deep as a black hole, as if it could swallow up all light and hope, and plunge people into endless fear.

The King of Cthulhu, who had been hiding in his body, finally appeared at this critical moment. The King of Cthulhu had a body as majestic as a mountain, and a terrifying aura as endless as an abyss. It made people feel terrified and dared not look directly at it. Its body was like a towering mountain, standing between heaven and earth, exuding a suffocating and terrifying aura. That aura was as turbulent as a tide, as if it could drown the whole world in fear.

Meng Jin manipulated this powerful force without hesitation, and launched a dark energy cannon with astonishing power at the defenseless Princess Ziyang. The dark energy cannon was like a black lightning that tore through the dark void, and was fired instantly with the swiftness of a meteor falling to the ground. Its speed was as fast as thunder and lightning, and it hit Princess Ziyang fiercely with a devastating force. The dark energy cannon was like a black star, rushing towards Princess Ziyang with the power to destroy everything. The power was as violent as a gale and as fierce as a rainstorm, making it impossible to resist.

Princess Ziyang was instantly blown away by this extremely powerful force, like a beautiful kite with its string cut off. Her body drew a sad and tragic arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. At that moment, the earth seemed to be shaken, and dust flew up like wild sand, covering the sky and the sun. The world seemed to be in chaos. The dust was like a surging sea wave, sweeping everything away, making the whole world blurry. The dust was like a doomsday storm, destroying everything, and making people feel a breath of despair.

She clutched her chest tightly, feeling the pain in her body like a raging sea. She clearly noticed that the energy source in her body had cracks. The cracks spread like a spider web, like a precious broken porcelain, which was really regrettable. The cracks were like hideous wounds, showing the heavy damage she had suffered. The cracks were like the claws of a devil, deeply engraved in the depths of her soul, making her feel an unprecedented fear and despair.

Princess Ziyang knew that she was at a disadvantage at the moment, so she did not dare to hesitate. A ray of resoluteness flashed in her eyes, and that light was like a bright star, shining with firm belief in the darkness. That light was like a beacon of hope, guiding her in the direction of progress in the ocean of despair.

She turned around and ran away like a gust of wind. Her figure was as swift and agile as a ghost, bringing with it a violent whirlwind. The whirlwind was like a ferocious beast, roaring and sweeping everything. The whirlwind was like a messenger of destruction, destroying everything that stood in its way, making people feel an irresistible force.

At the same time, she called out to Edward, her voice full of urgency and anxiety: "Edward, quickly retreat with me!" The voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the air. The voice was as exciting as a war drum, inspiring Edward to follow her footsteps. Hearing this, Edward did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly followed Princess Ziyang to flee from here. Their figures gradually went farther and farther, and finally disappeared at the end of the distant sky. The figures were like two meteors, crossing the sky, leaving a short and gorgeous trace. The trace was as beautiful as a dream, but with a faint sadness, which made people sigh.

Edward and Princess Zi Yang were like two swift storms that swept past, leaving behind a horrific scene.

Meng Jin was lying on the ground, dying. His body was covered with scars, like a painting scribbled by cruel fate. Each wound was like a painful story, and blood oozed from the wounds, staining the ground beneath him red. His eyes revealed despair and helplessness, as if the light of life was gradually fading.

Xu Xiaofeng's beautiful face was severely burned and distorted. Her skin was no longer as smooth and delicate as before, but was covered with hideous scars and blisters. The raging flames turned her beauty into ashes in an instant, leaving only endless pain and sorrow. Her body was shaking, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain, as if the whole world was torturing her mercilessly.

Lisa, those eyes that were once bright and moving, have now been cruelly dug out. Blood and tears flowed in the empty eye sockets, and her world has since fallen into eternal darkness. Her face was distorted by pain, and she let out a shrill scream, which seemed to penetrate the soul and make people feel the great pain she suffered.

The castle tower, his body suffered a heavy blow, his bones were broken, his tendons were broken. He lay on the ground, unable to move, the pain in his body almost made him faint. His limbs were twisted, like broken branches, unable to support his body. His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, but he was powerless and could only struggle in pain.

The land was filled with the smell of blood and despair. The wind blew quietly, bringing with it a sad whimper, as if the earth was crying for these unfortunate people. The sunshine could not warm their cold bodies, nor could it dispel the fear and pain in their hearts. Their fate became so tragic and heartbreaking at this moment.

The departure of Edward and Princess Ziyang did not take away the pain and disaster on this land. What they left behind were broken souls and scarred bodies. Meng Jin's wounds continued to ooze blood, staining his clothes bright red. His consciousness gradually blurred, as if he saw his former glory and honor, but now it was shattered like a dream bubble.

Xu Xiaofeng felt severe pain from the burns. Her tears had long since dried up, leaving only endless pain and despair. She tried to struggle to get up, but found that her body was completely out of control. She could only lie on the ground helplessly, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Lisa's screams echoed in the air, and she waved her hands in the air, trying to grasp a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of light. However, all she faced was endless darkness and pain. Her heart was deeply traumatized and could never recover.

Tenshou's body had completely lost consciousness, and his eyes were filled with resentment towards his fate. He used to be so strong and confident, but now he could only lie on the ground, letting the pain erode his body and soul.