The Great Dream God

On the dusty and dirty ground, Meng Jin was like a miserable rat, curled up into a ball, hiding in the dark, damp and smelly sewer.

The smell that permeates the sewer is simply disgusting, a dirty and smelly mixture of rotten things, sewage, and all kinds of unknown debris.

Meng Jin really couldn't stand it anymore and kept complaining and grumbling.

The pungent smell was like countless tiny but tenacious bugs, desperately trying to drill into his nasal cavity, making his stomach churn and almost vomiting.

However, in order to seize the initiative in this thrilling and fierce battle with the enemy and fight for the extremely slim hope of victory, Meng Jin finally had no choice but to choose such an extremely frustrating way with full helplessness, hoping to avoid the enemy's fierce attack like a storm.

Meng Jin held his breath and carefully groped his way forward in the dark sewer. He was surprised to find that the structure of the sewer was so intricate and connected in all directions, just like a mysterious underground maze.

This complex terrain made him feel a little more at ease. He knew very well that it would be very difficult for the enemy to easily enter the sewer in a short time and find and eliminate him from this hidden corner.

At this moment, being in this harsh environment, he could only silently wait for the best opportunity. He secretly made up his mind that once the time was right, he would give the enemy a fatal blow and make them pay a heavy price for their actions.

Princess Ziyang stood steadily on the ground, her posture as straight as a pine tree, her eyes firm and focused, her gaze fixed on the opened sewer, her expression so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

The air around her seemed to become oppressive because of her expression. She took a deep breath, which seemed to carry a kind of resolute determination, and then rushed towards the sewer without hesitation. Her figure was like a flash of lightning, swift and decisive.

When she came to the sewer, she stopped abruptly, her figure as still as a sculpture. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and only her slightly rising and falling chest showed her inner restlessness.

She slowly stretched out her right hand, and the purple flame in her hand instantly rose up and burned fiercely. The flame danced very happily, as if it had its own life and consciousness. It danced happily, as if showing its powerful strength. Then, without hesitation, she threw the burning purple flame in her hand into the deep sewer in front of her. At that moment, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

In an instant, her palm was like a small volcanic crater, spewing out a steady stream of flames. The flames surged with endless power and might, as if they were going to fill up the entire sewer completely, leaving no space. The flames raged in the sewer, illuminating every corner, as if they were going to devour everything here.

At this moment, Meng Jin, who was in the sewer, suddenly felt an extremely hot heat coming like a tide. The heat seemed to burn his body and made it difficult for him to breathe. Then, he saw a dazzling purple light in the passage in the distance, which was so strong that it was almost impossible to look directly at. Meng Jin's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He turned around and ran forward desperately.

His footsteps made a dull sound in the sewer, and his heartbeat and panting intertwined. However, fate seemed to be deliberately teasing him at this moment, and he finally ran to a dead end with no way out. The wall in front of him was cold and hard, ruthlessly blocking his way. In despair, he had to turn back.

At this moment, the purple flame was like a ferocious beast, rushing towards him quickly with its fangs and claws bared, as if to devour him in one bite. Wherever the flame passed, the air became scorching hot, making people feel as if they were in a furnace. Meng Jin's eyes condensed, his face tensed, and at that moment, his eyes revealed a hint of determination. With a sudden wave of his hand, a pure white light instantly burst out from his body, like a solid shield, tightly wrapping his whole body.

The purple flames struck his body violently like a storm, making crackling sounds.

The flames and light collide with each other, blooming into brilliant colors.

However, surprisingly, this seemingly ferocious flame did not cause any substantial damage to his body.

Meng Jin then breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body also relaxed.

He knew very well that it would not be easy for Princess Ziyang to kill him.

After all, now in this narrow sewer, Princess Zi Yang's power has been dispersed into countless parts, and only a very small part of the power can actually attack him.

Therefore, even if this purple flame burned him fiercely, it could not kill him, and even his carefully constructed defense could not be easily broken!

Princess Ziyang's expression became more and more solemn. Her face, which was originally calm and composed, seemed to be covered by a thick layer of frost, without any warmth at all. Her heart was like a clear mirror, reflecting the cruel fact that could not be avoided clearly. In this extremely short moment, a helpless emotion was like a surging tide, one wave after another, mercilessly impacting her inner world. The tide seemed to completely submerge her soul, leaving her in endless pain and struggle.

However, in this seemingly hopeless situation, her eyes flashed with a resolute light. That light was like a flame burning in the darkness, hot and firm, not swallowed by the surrounding darkness at all. She took a deep breath slowly, and that breath seemed to carry the last trace of hesitation and confusion in her heart. Then, she jumped without hesitation, and the whole person fell straight into the dark, damp, and smelly sewer at an astonishing speed like an arrow from a bow.

Almost at the same time, a dull "bang" sound came to Meng Jin's ears. The sound was particularly abrupt in the dead silence, just like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart mercilessly. He instantly understood that this was undoubtedly the sound made by Princess Ziyang jumping into the sewer. Thinking of this, a subtle cunning flashed in Meng Jin's eyes. He took a step without hesitation and ran forward quickly. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a smug smile. There was a bit of coldness and ruthlessness in that smile, as if he had already won. He said to himself: "I was just afraid that you would not enter this trap designed for you. Now that you have jumped in, don't blame me for being ruthless!" After that, his steps became faster and faster, and his target was directly at the water storage tank in the sewer. He looked like a ferocious beast that had smelled the scent of prey and couldn't wait to start a bloody and cruel hunt.

At this time, Princess Ziyang, who had fallen into the sewer, also clearly heard bursts of hurried footsteps coming from a distance.

The footsteps echoed in the narrow sewer, sounding particularly clear.

She stood up quickly, her eyes were as cold as ice, and the chill seemed to freeze the air around her in an instant.

She ran forward without hesitation, her steps firm and powerful, and every step she took on the wet ground splashed up pieces of dirty water.

There was a raging fire in her eyes, and the flames seemed to devour everything in front of her.

Her eyes were filled with endless murderous intent, which made people shudder. She gritted her teeth and said, "Has Meng Jin fallen to this point? He actually used such a lowly trick on me. He is so despicable and shameless and so pathetic!"

Her voice continued to echo in the sewer, filled with deep anger and disdain, as if to completely tear apart this dark space.