The Great Dream God

At this critical moment of life and death, Princess Ziyang was in a desperate situation. The atmosphere around her was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating, and so solemn that it seemed to freeze everything. She was in this dim shop, and the darkness around her was like thick ink, slowly spreading, as if it was going to swallow her up completely.

However, in this desperate darkness, an extremely strong flash of light suddenly appeared on the hand of Princess Ziyang. The light was extremely bright and brilliant, like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire dim shop as bright as day. The light was not an ordinary light, it carried a mysterious and powerful power, as if it was the light of the ancient gods, containing endless mysteries. This light was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the endless darkness and dispelling all the haze. It was like a dawn of hope, illuminating the deepest fear and hope in people's hearts, making the darkness hidden in the depths of the soul nowhere to hide.

"What is this!" Meng Jin was blinded by the sudden strong flash and subconsciously covered his eyes. He only felt a whiteness in front of his eyes. The light was like an extremely sharp sword, piercing straight into his eyes, and his world instantly fell into a pure white. His vision was deprived at this moment, and he fell into a brief darkness, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. "My eyes!" He cried out in pain, his voice full of fear and helplessness. The voice echoed in this silent space, like a desperate sad song, telling of his pain and fear.

At this critical moment, Xu Xiaofeng raised her foot without hesitation. Shockingly, an extremely sharp blade suddenly appeared on her foot. Under the light, the blade flashed with a cold light, like solid ice that had not melted for thousands of years, exuding a chilling breath. The blade was like a messenger from hell, carrying the breath of death, as if it could harvest countless lives with just a slight wave. Xu Xiaofeng's eyes revealed a fierce breath, and that look seemed to be able to devour people, making people shudder. She said viciously: "Princess Ziyang, die!" Before she finished speaking, she was like a ferocious beast, stabbing Princess Ziyang's temple with force. The action was as swift as lightning, with a determination to kill, as if to put Princess Ziyang to death.

Princess Ziyang felt a fatal threat at that moment. At the critical moment of life and death, she looked up to the sky and roared: "I will not give in easily!" The voice was like thunder, shaking the whole space. Her voice contained endless power and unyielding will, as if it was a war song from ancient times, inspiring people to move forward bravely and never retreat. The power in her body burst out instantly like a surging tide, and the powerful force seemed to devour everything around it. The power was like a violent hurricane, sweeping everything and destroying everything. The power shook everything around, and the ceiling of the ruins, which was already crumbling, was violently affected by this power and began to make a "creaking" sound. The sound seemed to be a prelude to death, foreshadowing the coming disaster. The sound was like a symphony of doomsday, which made people shudder. Then, the ceiling fell rapidly downwards, and the whole store seemed to be shaking, as if crying for the coming destruction. The trembling was like a violent earthquake, shaking the whole world.

"No, get out of the way!" Princess Ziyang shouted. Her voice was filled with anxiety and fear, but also with a firm determination, a desire for life and a persistence in survival. Her voice echoed in this chaotic space, like a beacon, guiding people in the direction of survival.

Princess Ziyang reacted quickly, and with an agile roll, she dodged Xu Xiaofeng's fatal blow like lightning. Her movements were smooth and graceful, like a fairy dancing in the dark. Her figure was as light as a swallow and as agile as a leopard, and every movement was full of power and beauty. Her figure was particularly dazzling under the light, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope. However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke at this moment, and the four of them failed to escape from the store that was about to collapse. As the ceiling fell, countless stones and dust poured down like a rainstorm, and they were buried deep under the ruins. The stones were like falling stars, carrying the power of destruction, and smashed hard into the ground. The dust was like a violent sandstorm, filling the entire space, making it impossible to breathe.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after an unknown amount of time, Meng Jin struggled to crawl out of the ruins. His body was covered with dust, which was like a thick veil, covering his originally handsome face. His originally gorgeous clothes were now in tatters, and the torn strips of cloth swayed in the wind, as if telling of the cruelty of the disaster. His clothes were stained with blood, and the bloodstains were like blooming plum blossoms, blooming on his clothes, which was particularly dazzling. His eyes were full of fatigue and confusion, as if he was a lamb lost in the darkness, unable to find his way home.

"Ahem..." Meng Jin coughed, and every cough seemed to cough out his soul. His throat was dry and painful, as if it had been burned by fire, and every breath brought a sharp pain. "I have to find others." His voice was hoarse and weak, but with a firm belief. Although the voice was weak, it contained endless power, like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to people.

He dragged his tired body forward step by step, and each step seemed so heavy. His footsteps left deep marks on the ruins, which were the traces of his life and his persistence and concern for his companions. His eyes were full of confusion and worry. He didn't know whether his companions were still alive or whether he could find them. His heart was full of fear and anxiety, but he didn't give up. He firmly believed that he would be able to find his companions and get out of the ruins.

"Xu Xiaofeng! And...Tian Shou, where are you?" Meng Jin walked while calling out his companions' names softly. His voice echoed in the ruins, seeming so lonely and helpless. His voice was like a breeze, floating in the dead silence of the ruins, hoping to get a response, even a faint breath, even a vague word, can give him a glimmer of hope.

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly stepped on a cold, hard object. He looked down and found it was a steel chain. The steel chain was burning with a strange purple light, which looked particularly eerie and terrifying in the darkness. The light was like a will-o'-the-wisp, jumping and twisting, as if mocking his ignorance and weakness. The purple light was like a curse, covering the entire steel chain, making people shudder.

"What is this?" Meng Jin was shocked. A chill rose from the soles of his feet and instantly spread throughout his body. He had never seen such a strange thing. The purple light on the steel chain made him feel an inexplicable fear. The fear was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling his throat and making him unable to breathe.

Instantly, the steel chain seemed to have life, and quickly turned into a huge net. The net was like a ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth and tightly entangling Meng Jin at lightning speed. The net threads were like sharp thorns, piercing deeply into his skin, causing him to feel a sharp pain. The pain was like a sharp blade, cutting his body wantonly, causing him unbearable pain.

"Ah!" Meng Jin was startled by this sudden change, his voice was full of fear and despair. His eyes were full of fear, he looked at the big net burning with purple light, his heart was full of helplessness. "What's going on?" He struggled desperately, trying to break free from this solid big net. He used his hands and feet to pull the net rope continuously, but the big net seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, getting tighter and tighter, making it impossible for him to break free. His strength seemed so small and insignificant in front of this mysterious force. His sweat fell like rain, his breathing became more and more difficult, and his vision began to blur.