The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang stood quietly in the chaotic scene, the hustle and bustle around her swept in like a surging tide. On the battlefield, the shouts of killing, the clash of weapons, and the groans of the wounded intertwined, forming a picture of hell. However, all of this seemed unable to touch Princess Ziyang at all. She stood tall and straight like a pine tree, like an unshakable iceberg, exuding a cold aura that made people stay away.

Her delicate face was expressionless at the moment, like a perfect but cold mask. Her eyes were cold and deep, as if they could freeze a person's soul. She waved her hand indifferently, the movement was simple and powerful, as if this wave could dispel all the complexity around her. The next second after she waved her hand, a transparent protective cover appeared out of thin air in front of her eyes. The protective cover flashed with mysterious light, like the bright stars in the night sky, and like an extremely solid barrier, protecting her firmly in it.

The light was not dazzling, but gave people a soft and powerful feeling. The light was like a thread, flowing slowly, as if it had life. The light on the protective cover was interwoven into complex patterns, mysterious and beautiful, which made people marvel. These patterns seemed to contain some kind of ancient power, making people feel an invisible pressure.

At this moment, the blazing flames rushed towards the protective shield like a ferocious beast. The blazing flames seemed to have life, twisting their bodies madly, trying to break through the defense line. The color of the flames was bright and dazzling, as red as blood, making people feel its violence and ferocity. The flames rose up, the heat waves rolled, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited and became extremely hot.

However, this seemingly ferocious flame could not cause any substantial damage to the protective shield. They could only burn in vain on the protective shield, making crackling sounds, like angry roars, but they could not break through this solid defense line. The flames jumped on the protective shield, as if struggling unwillingly, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not change this result.

Edward, who was traveling with Princess Ziyang, was not so lucky. With the deafening explosion, he was blown away by the powerful impact of the explosion. His body was like a kite with a broken string, floating helplessly in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around him became blurred, only Edward's miserable figure was particularly clear.

His clothes were instantly ignited by the flames, and the flames spread rapidly, like a group of hungry ants, devouring his body crazily. He rolled on the ground in pain, trying to put out the flames on his body. His hands kept slapping the flames on his body, and he groaned in pain. The sound was miserable and desperate, as if it was a wail from the depths of hell.

His face was twisted beyond recognition by the pain, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair. The fear was like a dark abyss, swallowing him bit by bit, and making him fall into endless pain. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and tears and sweat mixed together and slid down his cheeks. His body became charred under the burning flames, emitting a pungent smell.

The people around him watched this scene in horror, but they were powerless and could only watch him struggle in pain. Their eyes were full of helplessness and fear, as if they saw their own fate. Some people wanted to help, but were too frightened by the horrific scene before them to move; some turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch this tragic scene.

At this moment, Meng Jin walked out of the chaotic crowd calmly. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step seemed to carry an invisible force. His eyes were full of determination, a reckless determination that moved people. He was wearing a white robe that fluttered slightly in the wind, giving people a mysterious feeling.

He slowly opened his hands, and a soft white light shone in his hands. The light was particularly eye-catching in this chaotic scene, like a bright lamp in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope. The light was soft and warm, forming a sharp contrast with the chaos and heat around it. Then, white balls of light quickly condensed in his hands.

The light ball flashed with dazzling light, just like the bright stars in the night sky, beautiful and mysterious. The light on the light ball jumped like an elf, as if it contained endless power. These light balls slowly rotated in his hands, emitting a powerful aura.

Then, these light balls rained down on Princess Ziyang like raindrops. They drew beautiful arcs in the air, carrying Meng Jin's hope and determination, and flew towards Princess Ziyang's protective shield.

Princess Ziyang looked towards Meng Jin with cold eyes, her eyes were full of disdain and contempt. In her eyes, Meng Jin's attack was like a child's trick, not worth mentioning at all. She raised her chin slightly, her eyes revealing a kind of arrogance.

The light balls hit the protective shield created by Princess Ziyang like moths to a flame, making a series of dull crashing sounds. However, the protective shield was as solid as a rock and did not move at all, as if no force in the world could break it. After hitting the protective shield, the light balls were easily bounced away. They were scattered everywhere, some of them smashed into small pits on the ground, raising a cloud of dust; others disappeared into the air, as if they had never appeared.

All this seemed like a meaningless farce, and people felt deeply helpless. Princess Ziyang said contemptuously: "This level of attack alone can't even break my protective shield. It's a waste of effort." Her voice was cold and ruthless, and it was particularly clear in this chaotic scene. Her words were full of ridicule and disdain for Meng Jin, as if in her eyes, Meng Jin was just an insignificant existence.

Her eyes were still cold, without any emotional fluctuations, like a lifeless statue, which made people shudder. Her posture was still upright, exuding an inviolable majesty, as if announcing to everyone that she was invincible.

When Meng Jin heard what Princess Ziyang said, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew that his attack did not cause any substantial damage to Princess Ziyang, but he would not give up. He took a deep breath, gathered the strength in his hands again, and prepared to launch the next round of attack.

His eyes were full of determination. He believed that as long as he persisted, he would find the flaw of Princess Ziyang. He clenched his fist tightly, and the light in his hand shone again, more dazzling than before.