The Great Dream God

On the desolate battlefield, Meng Jin's eyes were wide open, and his clenched fists were creaking. The fists seemed to contain endless power, as if they could hold the whole world in their hands. His eyes were burning with rage, and like a violent storm, he punched at Princess Ziyang one punch after another. Each punch carried the anger and determination from the bottom of his heart, and the power seemed to completely destroy Princess Ziyang and make her disappear from this world.

Princess Ziyang's body was bearing the storm-like attack, and every punch was like a heavy hammer hitting him hard. He felt that the energy in his body was disappearing like a tide, and the feeling of powerlessness was like a dark abyss, swallowing him up bit by bit. His body was trembling under the fierce attack, like a leaf in the wind, which could wither at any time. However, his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. He was unwilling to be defeated by Meng Jin like this, and unwilling to end his life like this. He tried to struggle and resist, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this abyss of despair.

Meng Jin's attack became more and more fierce, and his fists rained down on Princess Ziyang. Princess Ziyang let out a heart-wrenching roar, and the sound was full of pain and despair. His body trembled in the severe pain, but he was still unwilling to give up. He used all his strength to try to resist Meng Jin's attack. However, Meng Jin did not hesitate at all, and his firm eyes revealed a determination. He suddenly grabbed the sword on Princess Ziyang's chest and stabbed it deeper.

Princess Ziyang was in unbearable pain. His face turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Meng Jin's neck tightly, trying to strangle this man to death with his last bit of strength. His eyes were full of anger and despair, as if he wanted to drag Meng Jin into hell with him. His fingers clasped Meng Jin's neck tightly, and the force seemed to crush Meng Jin's throat.

Meng Jin roared, "The longer time passes, the stronger I will become! Princess Ziyang, this is a battle you are bound to lose! I will definitely suck you dry before you strangle me to death!" His voice was full of confidence and arrogance, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. His eyes flashed with a crazy light, which was an extreme desire for victory.

Princess Ziyang roared unwillingly: "You are a despicable and shameless villain! Just like a rat in the underground sewer!" His eyes were full of anger and contempt, expressing extreme dissatisfaction and contempt for Meng Jin's behavior. His voice echoed on the battlefield, carrying endless anger and despair.

Meng Jin's eyes were full of determination: "No one can stop me from moving towards the future I want! Princess Ziyang! The fate between us ends from today! Because today it's either you die or I live!" His words were like a sharp sword, piercing Princess Ziyang's heart and making her feel her despair even more deeply. His voice echoed in the wind, carrying a resolute momentum.

Princess Ziyang was still struggling, trying to escape this inevitable fate. His body twisted on the ground, trying to find a glimmer of hope for survival. There was still a glimmer of hope in his eyes, although the light was so weak, he was still unwilling to give up. However, Meng Jin watched Princess Ziyang's life fade away silently and calmly. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only the desire for victory. He was like a cold hunter, quietly waiting for the last breath of his prey to disappear.

At this critical moment, at this critical moment, a dagger suddenly appeared from Meng Jin's chest. The dagger flashed with a strange light and pierced through Meng Jin's body. Meng Jin was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the dagger in his chest in disbelief. It was a dark red dagger that seemed to exude a breath of fear, as if it was a call from hell. The strange light flashed in the sun, which made people shudder.

A strong sense of anger and shock surged in Meng Jin's heart. He never thought that at this critical moment, someone would attack him from behind. His eyes were full of doubts and puzzlement. He didn't know who had the courage to attack him at this time. His heart was filled with anger, and that anger was about to erupt like a volcano.

He turned around with difficulty and saw Edward standing behind him with deep hatred in his eyes. The flame of revenge burned in Edward's eyes, and he gnashed his teeth and shouted: "Master, Master!! I'm back!! I! Come to take your dog life!" His voice was full of hatred and anger, which was an emotion that had been pent up for a long time and finally broke out at this moment.

Meng Jin was filled with anger. He had never thought that his former subordinate would betray him at this time. He endured the severe pain and hit Edward's temple with an elbow. With a dull sound, Edward was blown away like a kite with a broken string. His body drew an arc in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

Edward's body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His eyes were still full of hatred, and the flame of hatred did not go out because of his fall. He struggled to stand up and continue to attack Meng Jin. However, his body had been severely injured, and his efforts seemed so weak. His arms trembled as he tried to support his body, but every attempt made him feel extremely painful.

Meng Jin did not hesitate at all. He suddenly pulled out the white sword from Princess Ziyang's chest. As the sword was pulled out, blood gushed out and splashed on the ground, forming a shocking bloodstain. The blood was like a blooming flower, blooming a brilliant color on the ground. The bloody scene made people feel creepy, as if the whole world was dyed red by the blood.

Meng Jin tightly grasped the blood-stained sword, looking at Edward and Princess Ziyang who were lying on the ground with cold eyes. His breathing became rapid, and the wound on his chest continued to bleed, but his will remained firm. He knew that he could not fall down like this, and he still had his own goals to achieve. There was a firm light flashing in his eyes, which was a kind of struggle against fate and a firm belief in the future.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the sky, and vowed in his heart: "No matter what the price, I will achieve my goal, and no one can stop me!" His voice was weak, but full of power. It was an unyielding spirit and a persistent pursuit of the future. His voice echoed on the battlefield, as if announcing his determination to the whole world.