The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's heart was beating wildly, and the violent rhythm was like the passionate drums on the battlefield, beating violently in his ears, and every beat was like a heavy hammer shaking his soul. The panicked emotions were like a surging tide, suddenly attacking him without any warning, sweeping over his whole body and mind with overwhelming force, making him feel like he was in an icy cave, and the chill spread from deep in his bones.

At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to escape from this place full of right and wrong and danger as soon as possible. This place was like a bottomless dark abyss, which seemed to hide countless unknown terrors and crises. Even the slightest negligence could lead to a tragic ending that could never be redeemed. The strength of his whole body gathered in an instant. That power was like a violent volcano about to erupt, containing endless potential, as if it was going to burn everything around it. He exerted force suddenly, and there seemed to be a strange and mysterious resonance between his feet and the void. The power was indescribable, as if it came from a mysterious call from ancient times. He stepped hard on the seemingly empty space, as if he wanted to crush the void.

Then, he shot up into the sky at a jaw-dropping speed, like an arrow shot from a bow. His figure was as fast as lightning, cutting through the sky in an instant, and the speed was so fast that people could not help but marvel at it. His body seemed to merge with the air, turning into a stream of light, transcending the common sense of the world, and rushing towards the unknown distance.

Jing Yihong's eyes were as cold as frost that had not melted for a thousand years. The bone-chilling cold seemed to be able to instantly freeze the surrounding air into a solid ice wall. The sword in his hand exuded an extremely cold breath, which seemed to come from the fierce roar of ancient times, with a terrifying pressure that made people shudder. He suddenly swung the sword in his hand, and a dazzling golden whirlwind whistled out.

This whirlwind was no ordinary wind. It contained a powerful force that could overturn the world, just like a surging wave, carrying a terrifying momentum to destroy everything, sweeping towards Mengjin. Wherever the golden whirlwind passed, the air made a sharp and piercing whistling sound, as if cheering loudly for this extremely powerful force. The entire space was shrouded by this terrifying force.

Meng Jin felt the suffocating force behind him approaching at an alarming speed. His heart could not help but tremble. It was a deep fear of death and extreme uneasiness about the unknown. This fear was like a cold poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Subconsciously, he reached out to touch the pendant on his chest. The pendant seemed to be his last hope and his only sustenance in this desperate moment.

At this instant, the pendant burst into an extremely bright and dazzling pure white light. The light was like a blazing sun, instantly illuminating everything around as bright as day, and completely driving away the darkness. The light was so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if it was a symbol of the purest and most powerful power in the world. The light was like a sacred shield, tightly wrapping Meng Jin in it, giving him an unprecedented sense of security.

The light quickly condensed into an indestructible barrier, which stood proudly behind Meng Jin like a majestic mountain. It rushed towards the surging golden whirlwind behind it without hesitation, like a fearless warrior, bravely charging towards a powerful enemy.

There was a deafening roar, and the pure white light and the golden whirlwind collided violently. The two intertwined and fiercely competed with each other, as if two peerless masters were engaged in a thrilling life-and-death contest. The scene was so spectacular that it seemed as if one was in a mythical world full of fantasy. The collision of light and whirlwind produced brilliant sparks, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky, decorating the entire sky like a dream.

The powerful impact was like a powerful bomb exploding instantly. The force was so strong that the surrounding space produced an extremely violent fluctuation. The space seemed to have turned into a turbulent ocean, with ripples spreading rapidly in all directions. Wherever the wave reached, everything became turbulent, as if the world was shaking under this force, and the earth also made a low roar, as if it was shaking for this earth-shaking battle.

The golden whirlwind was instantly shattered by this powerful impact, and the air was filled with an extremely strong energy fluctuation. The fluctuation spread rapidly in all directions like ripples, and everything became turbulent wherever it went. The strong wind whistled past, rolling up dust all over the sky, forming a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun, blurring people's vision.

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Jing Yihong's face became increasingly gloomy, like the dark sky before a storm, so depressing that it was almost impossible to breathe. His eyes revealed a strong anger and deep unwillingness, and that anger was like a blazing fire, as if it was going to burn his reason completely. His lips were tightly pursed, forming a cold straight line, as if he was suppressing the anger that was about to explode in his heart.

He pushed his feet hard, and two bottomless footprints appeared on the ground instantly. The footprints seemed to be a deep mark of his anger, witnessing his extreme anger at the moment. The hard ground under his feet was like fragile paper, vulnerable to a single blow. Then, he leaped up like a cannonball, chasing after Meng Jin at an unbelievable speed. He held the Taihang Sword tightly in his hand, and the sword body flashed with an icy cold light, which was particularly dazzling under the sunlight. The cold light seemed to be the raging anger in his heart, burning his reason and making him rush forward desperately.

In a flash, Jing Yihong appeared in front of Meng Jin like a ghost. He was so fast that people had no time to react. His eyes were full of unwavering determination and resolute attitude, without the slightest hesitation, as if he had made up his mind to defeat Meng Jin completely. The Taihang Sword in his hand was full of endless mighty momentum, and it slashed down with the force of thunder. A dazzling sword light flashed like lightning, and the sword light instantly illuminated the entire space, making people's eyes suddenly white. The power contained in the sword light seemed to be able to tear the void and turn everything into nothing.

However, what was extremely surprising was that after Meng Jin's body was cut into two pieces, there was no blood gushing out like a fountain, but it turned into a wisp of misty green smoke and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if he had never appeared in this world. Jing Yihong frowned tightly, and a strong ominous premonition rose in his heart involuntarily. His eyes were full of doubts and high vigilance, and he began to carefully observe every subtle situation around him. His eyes were like sharp eagle eyes, not missing any tiny details. His eyes quickly swept across the surrounding environment, trying to find any clues.

After a careful inspection, he found that only an illusory shadow was left there, and Meng Jin had long since disappeared without a trace.