The Great Dream God

Meng Jin gathered all his strength in his legs. He gathered his strength and, like a compressed spring, exploded in an instant and ran forward recklessly like an arrow.

The wind whistled in his ears, making a sharp sound, as if cheering him on as he ran. At the same time, the sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears clearly.

The footsteps had a unique rhythm, and each one hit his heart like a heavy hammer, like an imprint engraved deep in his mind. He was very familiar with it. There was no doubt that it was Princess Ziyang.

However, there was no fear in his eyes at this moment. His determined gaze was like bright stars, shining brightly, as if silently telling of his determination.

His legs seemed to be wound up with powerful springs, moving forward tirelessly and quickly. Each step was full of power, and each step was firmly on the ground, raising a little dust.

Princess Ziyang chased after Meng Jin relentlessly. The dark environment did not affect her vision much. Her sharp eyes, like a falcon in the dark night, seemed to easily capture the familiar and disgusting figure.

Her eyes were burning with hatred, so hot that it seemed to burn everything in the world. She stretched her throat and yelled with all her might, "Where are you going to run?" The sound was like a thunderclap, suddenly ringing in this silent space, constantly echoing, and the sound waves hit the surrounding walls, as if to tear apart this endless darkness. Meng Jin heard this deafening shout, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: This woman's voice is really loud, it makes my ears buzz and my head a little dizzy.

At this moment, a flame slowly ignited in Princess Ziyang's hand. The flame swayed gently in her hand, like a lively spirit, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Gradually, the flames became stronger and stronger, and the scorching temperature seemed to ignite the surrounding air, eventually forming a gorgeous purple fireball. Then, without hesitation, she threw the fireball in her hand like a grenade, using all her strength to throw it towards Meng Jin.

There was a loud bang, and the fireball suddenly exploded on Meng Jin's body. In an instant, the flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the dark space like daylight. The strong light stung people's eyes, and the blazing flames instantly swept Meng Jin's body.

Meng Jin let out a shrill scream that pierced the night sky, making people's hair stand on end, as if it was a wail from hell.

Under the powerful impact, his entire body was instantly blown into pieces, it was a horrible sight, fragments of his limbs flew everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Princess Ziyang quickly stepped forward to check, and saw a thick cloud of dust rising from the ground, like a thick curtain, covering everything in front of her. She was full of doubts at first, frowning, not understanding why Meng Jin was so easily hit by her, which seemed to be somewhat different from what she expected.

When the smoke and dust cleared a little, she finally saw the scene clearly and immediately became furious, shouting angrily: "Meng Jin!!!! Using the substitute technique again!! Why do you like to play tricks so much!" Her angry voice was full of unwillingness and anger. Her face turned red with anger, and her eyes were blazing with rage, as if she wanted to cut Meng Jin into pieces.

Meng Jin stood in that open space, the joy in his heart burst out like a flood, and he could no longer suppress it.

He opened his mouth wantonly and let out a laugh that resounded through the sky. The laughter continued to echo in this empty place, as if to fill the entire world with his joy.

At this moment, he was running without hesitation in a direction that was completely opposite to everyone's expectations. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be a challenge to fate.

Princess Zi Yang's heart was burning with a raging fire of unwillingness. Her teeth were clenched together, making a "clack" sound, and her eyes revealed an unwavering determination, an obsession that would not give up until she caught up with Meng Jin.

She prepared to continue chasing without hesitation, however, just as she was about to take a step, she suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps all around.

The footsteps came one after another, like dense drumbeats, coming from all directions, chaotic and disorderly. Obviously, this was definitely not a noise that could be made by one person.

The princess' heart suddenly trembled. She realized that the situation was not good, so she simply stopped and stood firmly where she was.

She slowly closed her eyes and let the perception in her body spread out like a tide.

Her expression was solemn, and she looked like a king who was in control of everything, exuding a majestic and inviolable aura.

Finally, she sensed a familiar breath in one direction, that was Meng Jin's breath. After all, Princess Ziyang had had close contact with Meng Jin before, and the princess was very familiar with his breath, and knew it like the back of her hand.

Meng Jin also realized that he had been exposed, but at this moment, he clearly saw the dawn of victory before his eyes. He stood still, slowly raised his head, and looked firmly at the tall wall in front of him. This was the sewer reservoir, a key part of his plan.

At the same time, Princess Ziyang rushed forward at an astonishing speed as if possessed. Her target was clear, and that was Mengjin. Her figure was like a flash of lightning, leaving a dazzling trail in the air.

Meng Jin turned his head and watched the figure of Princess Zi Yang move closer and closer in his sight.

However, there was no fear on Meng Jin's face; his eyes were full of determination and confidence.

He stretched out his right hand, and in an instant, a blazing flame rose from his hand. The flame was hot and dazzling, as if it would devour everything around it.

Then, he threw the fireball at the wall behind him with all his strength, just like throwing a grenade.

Princess Zi Yang was covered in purple flames at this time. She rushed forward desperately. The flames jumped on her body, as if giving her infinite power.

Her speed increased, and in the blink of an eye, she arrived in front of Meng Jin. But before she could exert any strength, the fireball behind Meng Jin had already collided violently with the wall.

There was a loud bang, and the wall was instantly blown to pieces, with debris flying everywhere, as brilliant as fireworks.

The water behind the wall surged out like a wild horse, forming a powerful tide. The tide swept Meng Jin and Princess Ziyang away with overwhelming force, rushing towards the rear.

Meng Jin and Princess Ziyang were instantly swept into the raging torrent. The force of the water was so strong that they seemed to be in a huge whirlpool, unable to escape.

Meng Jin tried to keep his balance. He tried to grab something to stabilize himself, but everything around him was moving wildly, making it difficult for him to do anything. Princess Ziyang was also struggling hard. Her eyes were still full of determination. Despite the predicament, she did not give up.

The current carried them forward, and they had no idea where they would be taken. The surrounding scenery flashed quickly before their eyes, and everything became blurry.

Meng Jin's heart was filled with anxiety, but he knew that he had to stay calm at this moment to find a chance to escape. Princess Ziyang was also constantly thinking of countermeasures. She tried to use her own power to control the direction of the water flow, but the power was too strong and her efforts seemed insignificant.

Just when they felt desperate, Meng Jin suddenly found a protruding object in front of him. He swam towards the object without hesitation, and Princess Ziyang followed closely behind.