The Great Dream God

Wei Yanren's expression gradually became grim in the dim environment, as if a dark cloud obscured the light in his eyes.

He glanced at his companions and found that they were still standing there, ignoring the subtle changes in the surrounding environment, which made the alarm bells in his heart louder.

He took a deep breath, and the mist twisted in his breath, forming a brief, blurry light and shadow.

"Look," his voice was low and powerful, like a thunder before dawn, "this fog is not just ordinary fog. Don't you feel that the air around us has become... unusual?" His words were full of tension and anxiety, and every word seemed to be knocking on their nerves.

Wei Yanren drew out the long sword from his waist without hesitation. The sword flashed a cold light in the dim light, as if foreshadowing the impending danger.

He began to release his spiritual energy, an invisible force, like an invisible flame burning around him, illuminating the surrounding fog and alerting them to potential dangers.

"We must remain vigilant," his voice echoed in the air with firm determination, "This demon territory is not as simple as we imagined. If we let our guard down, we may fall into an abyss from which there is no turning back." His words revealed the fear of the unknown, but more of a persistence in survival.

Wei Yanren's eyes swept over his companions one by one, hoping that they could understand the urgency of the moment.

He knew very well that they were in a world full of dangers, a place where the slightest carelessness could cost their lives.

When that sentence pierced Sun Yifang's ears like a cold wind, his face twisted instantly, and his eyes, which were originally as calm as water, were filled with turbulent waves. A trace of crazy smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth unconsciously, like the moonlight swallowed by the night, weird and fascinating. His body trembled slightly, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and the excitement in his heart could not be expressed in words. That crazy look, like a ignited flame, burned fiercely in the depths of his eyes, illuminating everything around him, and also exposing the emotional storm deep in his heart. At this moment, Sun Yifang seemed to be out of touch with the world, leaving only that sentence and his reaction. The two collided in his heart, triggering a silent symphony of madness.

Sun Yifang turned around slowly. His eyes were like winter frost, condensing with endless anger and hatred, staring straight at Wei Yanren not far away. His teeth clenched tightly, making a dull sound, as if chewing the indignation and injustice in his heart. Every step was firm and powerful, like a war drum beating in the silent night sky, announcing the coming storm. His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was accompanied by deep condemnation of Wei Yanren. There were no words, only that blazing gaze, piercing the other's heart like a sharp sword. His body was ready to go, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, bursting out in an instant, rushing straight towards Wei Yanren, unstoppable, with resolute courage and determination for revenge. The air solidified at this moment, just waiting for this silent duel to come to an end.

Sun Yifang slowly raised his weathered hands, his fingers trembling slightly in the air, as if he was holding an invisible sword. His eyes were firm and resolute, staring directly at Wei Yanren, an old rival who was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. His hands began to dance in front of Wei Yanren's eyes, the movements were slow at first, like an ancient spell being woven, and each gesture was full of power and stories.

Suddenly, his movements became rapid and wild, like an out-of-control storm, grabbing without rules, as if trying to capture the fleeting past and the unsolved future. His fingers drew arcs in the air, and every wave was a silent cry, and every gesture expressed his dissatisfaction and challenge to Wei Yanren. This was not a real attack, but a silent war, a duel with eyes and gestures.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wei Yanren's eyes. He could feel Sun Yifang's strong willpower.

Sun Yifang's emotions were like a lit powder keg. His voice trembled in the air, filled with endless anger and disappointment: "You just tell me, that shadow that appeared in my dreams countless times and gave me hope and strength, that soul that I always believed could lead me out of trouble, is actually the demon lurking in this tree and luring us to depravity? That figure, once the lighthouse in my heart and the source of my perseverance, has now become a trap and illusion in your mouth? How is this possible? How can you destroy my faith so easily!" His words were filled with both the inability to accept the reality and the grief for the shattered ideals. Every sentence was as heavy as a thousand pounds, smashing into the silent air.

Sun Yifang's tone was firm, and every word he said was like a force gushing out from the deepest part of his heart, going straight into the other person's heart. His eyes were burning with anger, a fiery light that defended dignity and would not allow anyone to tarnish it. "I don't allow you to slander him like this," his words were loud and clear, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the air, echoing with unyielding notes, "His value and his dedication cannot be erased by a few contemptuous words from you. Your words, like a rusty knife, try to sever our deep respect for him. This is a blasphemy against kindness and justice! You are simply a bastard!" Sun Yifang's rebuke was not only an accusation against an individual, but also an adherence to the moral bottom line. His anger was a call for justice and a respect for true evaluation.

Wei Yanren was caught off guard, his body drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily on the hard ground. Dust instantly filled the air, as if time had frozen at that moment. The sound of his back hitting the ground echoed in the empty space, deafening. Sun Yifang was as swift as a cheetah, and he did not relax after the successful attack. His sharp eagle-like eyes locked tightly on Wei Yanren, and the nails of his left hand deeply pierced Wei Yanren's cheek. Blood instantly slid down his fingers and dripped into the dust on the ground, staining it red.

Wei Yanren frowned in pain, the unforgettable pain on his face almost suffocated him. His eyes widened, full of astonishment and unwillingness, unable to believe that he was suppressed so easily. Sun Yifang's strength and determination made him feel an unprecedented threat. His hands struggled in the mud, trying to find a chance to fight back, but the pain in his body and the coldness of the ground made him realize that the situation at the moment was not optimistic. This sudden conflict tightly entangled the fate of the two people, and the air was filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere.

Wei Yanren's face suddenly turned livid, and an uncontrollable rage surged from the bottom of his heart, sweeping away his reason like a violent storm. His eyes instantly became as blazing as torches, as if burning with raging flames, and a fierce arc appeared at the corners of his mouth. Without any hesitation, he suddenly raised his fist, and the force seemed to condense all the indignation and injustice, pointing straight ahead.

The fists came out like a violent storm, and the air seemed to be compressed and crackling at this moment. The blow landed fiercely on Sun Yifang's cheek, and the force was so great that his glasses were blown off. Sun Yifang was caught off guard, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body. He staggered back a few steps, subconsciously covering his nose with both hands, and blood slowly seeped out from between his fingers, forming a sharp contrast with his shocked expression.