The Great Dream God

At this stage of being devastated and broken, the whole scene is like a tragic picture of doomsday, with the atmosphere of despair and sadness permeating every corner.

Jing Yihong, who was originally flying freely in the sky, is now like a lonely bird with broken wings. The free and unrestrained figure of the past has disappeared, and instead, he is falling straight from the sky without any defense.

His eyes were filled with astonishment and unwillingness, as if expressing his disbelief and inability to accept this sudden turn of fate.

This sudden change was entirely caused by Meng Jin's powerful blow that was as heavy as thunder.

Meng Jin's attack contained seemingly endless powerful force, like a dazzling lightning that tore through the sky, mercilessly knocking Jing Yihong down from the air.

The surging impact force seemed to cause the surrounding air to tremble violently, emitting waves of low and dull roars, as if the entire space was trembling under the impact of this force.

After Meng Jin succeeded, he did not hesitate or stop for even a moment.

He turned around in a relaxed manner and walked away without hesitation. His extremely cold words echoed in the air: "Brother, I think there may be some misunderstandings between us. I will let you calm down first. When you are done, I will come and talk to you in detail."

His steps were firm and powerful, and his figure seemed particularly cold and ruthless under the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun, as if this series of events had nothing to do with him.

After landing, Jing Yihong did not choose to surrender or give up.

With tenacious willpower, he endured the severe pain in his body that kept attacking him like a surging tide. Every inch of his skin seemed to be burned by a raging fire, and every bone seemed to be about to break.

However, he gritted his teeth and, with an indomitable will, launched a frantic and swift search operation in Qingfeng City.

He roared in rage, "You beat me up without any reason and then want to walk away. How can it be so easy in this world?"

His voice continued to echo in the empty and lonely streets, containing endless anger and unwillingness.

There was a raging fire in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.

However, the long hours of running around and the fierce and brutal battles had already put an unimaginable burden on his soul and body.

His body was like an over-worn machine on the verge of breaking down, with every part groaning in pain.

The extreme fatigue was like a heavy mountain pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His soul seemed to be struggling in the abyss of darkness, and it could be swallowed up by the endless darkness at any time, which in turn produced an extremely strong rejection.

Phantoms began to appear frequently before his eyes. Those phantoms twisted and changed strangely, making his vision blurred and difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Finally, his vision suddenly went dark, his body could no longer support itself, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly, falling into a deep coma.

At this critical moment, Jing Yihong's biological parents rushed to the scene.

Their faces were filled with anxiety and panic, and their eyes revealed their deep worry and concern for their son.

They looked anxiously at the slightly young figure lying on the ground in the dilapidated and messy street, and rushed over at the fastest speed without hesitation.

The mother's steps staggered and she almost fell to the ground, but she completely ignored her own safety. There was only one firm thought in her mind, which was to get to her son as soon as possible.

Her face was full of anxiety and worry, and she said in a trembling voice, "What's wrong with the child?" There was an obvious cry in her voice, as if her heart was about to break into countless pieces at this moment.

The father was shocked and bewildered, with a look of helplessness in his eyes. He said, "I really don't know what happened. In short, the most important thing right now is to ensure the safety of the children."

His eyes were filled with unwavering determination, as if he wanted to use his body to build an indestructible line of defense for his son.

They looked at their unconscious son, tears flowing uncontrollably like a raging flood.

The tears kept sliding down their cheeks, dripping onto the ground drop by drop, as if they were venting the endless pain and sorrow in their hearts.

Their hearts felt as if they were pierced by countless sharp blades, and the pain was so severe that they almost wanted to die.

They carefully picked up Jing Yihong's body, their movements so gentle as if he was the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

Their eyes were filled with endless worry and heartache, as if they were afraid that an unintentional action of theirs would bring more harm and pain to their son.

Time seemed to be extremely long at this moment, and it was unknown how much time had passed. Jing Yihong's soul realized that his body was gradually showing signs of awakening.

He seemed to see a faint but hopeful ray of light in the endless darkness, and a spark of hope involuntarily ignited in his heart.

Then he slowly retracted his gaze and muttered to himself, "I was indeed too impulsive and reckless this time, but I really have no other choice. I must do this and drive that mysterious intruder out of Qingfeng City."

His voice was like a candle in the wind, so faint that it was almost invisible and seemed as if it would disappear into the air in the next second. However, this almost inaudible voice contained an unshakable strength. Although the strength was as thin as a gossamer, it stubbornly penetrated the silence around it.

His eyes shone with an extremely firm light, a determination as firm as a rock. His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive force, and one could even see the faintly throbbing veins under the skin.

He secretly swore in his heart: He would never let Meng Jin, an uninvited guest who appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, wantonly trample and destroy the happy and beautiful life that belonged to him when he was a child in Qingfeng City. That was the most precious memory in his heart and the abode of his soul. How could he tolerate others destroying it wantonly?

He decided to use all his strength to protect this city that carries countless beautiful memories. In his eyes, Qingfeng City is not just an ordinary city, it is his home, the sustenance and comfort of his soul, and an indispensable part of his life.

He will resolutely defend the warmth and beauty of the past, and let the city shine again with its former glory. He longs for everyone living here to truly feel happiness and peace. He dreams that the sky of Qingfeng City will always be blue, the sun will always be bright, and people's smiles will always be bright. He is willing to give everything for this, even if the road ahead is full of thorns and difficulties, he will never back down. Because protecting Qingfeng City is protecting his soul and the pure land in his heart.