The Great Dream God

That scarlet figure was like a blazing flame, burning fiercely and blooming with dazzling brilliance in this dark world that seemed to swallow up all the light.

The light was so bright and dazzling that it could not be ignored, as if it would completely illuminate this dark world.

The figure was like a burning flame, and every movement was filled with a fiery aura.

His iron fist was like a fist of God that contained infinite power, carrying an incomparable force that seemed capable of destroying everything in the world.

The power was so vast and powerful that it seemed to be able to tear the void and shake the heaven and earth.

When this iron fist was swung out resolutely and violently with the power of thunder and lightning, the whole space trembled.

At that moment, the air seemed to be torn apart by this unimaginable force.

Wherever that force passed, there was a sharp, piercing, terrifying whistling sound. The sound seemed like a roar from hell, making people shudder.

Under the impact of this terrifying force, the entire space began to tremble involuntarily, as if succumbing to this powerful force.

Only a few dull "puff" sounds were heard one after another, and the corpses that were originally as still and lifeless as death were instantly torn apart by this extremely terrifying and horrifying force.

The broken limbs were like broken branches and leaves broken by the wind, flying everywhere in a disorderly manner.

The bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading wildly in the air and forming a thick bloody mist.

The bloody aura, like a rapidly spreading, unstoppable plague, filled the entire space at an alarming speed.

People who were in it felt like they were in a bloody hell. Every breath they took was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, which filled the air and made people feel suffocated.

Meng Jin was as if he was under a spell, staring blankly at this tragic scene, his expression frozen instantly. Extreme shock surged into his heart like a surging tide, almost completely swallowing up his sanity.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the unimaginable scene before him was like an invisible shackle, tightly locking his throat, making him so shocked that he couldn't make a sound. His eyes were full of disbelief, an instinctive resistance and incomprehension to everything that was happening before his eyes. He stammered, "What...what is going on?"

The figure slowly turned around, and as the light gradually grew stronger, it was like the dawn in the darkness gradually illuminating the earth. His face gradually became clear in front of everyone. The traces of time were like deep ravines, crisscrossing his face. Each wrinkle seemed to tell a story of vicissitudes of life. It was the mark of time and the proof of his experience of countless storms. It was a face that was weathered but full of majesty, like a towering mountain, exuding an irresistible and powerful aura. This person was the old martial god who was famous and well-known.

Meng Jin knew nothing about the identity of this god-like strong man in front of him. His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment. The confusion enveloped his eyes like a thick fog, making him unable to see clearly what was in front of him. It was a deep fear of the unknown and helplessness in the current situation. He said blankly: "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

There was a subtle flash of displeasure in the old martial god's eyes, and that look was like a cold blade, instantly freezing the air around him. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with Meng Jin's question.

He looked calm, but his tone was filled with a hint of blame and helplessness as he said, "You young people are so rude! I came to save you with good intentions, and you are not grateful, but you are questioning me without any clue. Do you think I should just stand by and watch you fall into despair and die without helping you? Is this what you expect?"

After that, the old martial god once again swung his iron fist that contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. His movements were smooth and powerful, and each punch was as powerful as a broken bamboo.

The iron fist fell like a storm, and one corpse after another was easily torn apart by his fist like fragile paper.

However, what is horrifying is that the number of corpses not only did not decrease as expected, but instead increased like mushrooms after rain.

They are like evil spirits pouring out from the depths of hell, carrying endless resentment and evil, and continuously emerging from the ground.

The scene was so weird and chilling.

The faces of those corpses were distorted and their eyes were empty, as if telling of their pain and unwillingness.

Their bodies exuded a rotten smell that made people feel sick and terrified, as if the whole world had fallen into an endless nightmare.

The old martial god frowned, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his weather-beaten face. His eyes were full of worry, and that solemn expression seemed to tell of his deep concern and uneasiness about the current situation. Obviously, he had realized that the situation was not good, which was far beyond his initial expectations.

He quickly stretched out his hand, and that hand was like an extremely strong iron clamp, tightly grasping Meng Jin's shoulder. The force was so strong that it was impossible to break free, as if once he grabbed her, she would never be able to escape.

Then, he pushed his legs hard, and the whole person jumped up at an astonishing speed like an arrow from a bow. With his agile posture and quick movements, he rushed towards the distance with Meng Jin, trying to escape from this terrifying place under the towering tree.

Although they had tried their best to escape, the situation under the towering tree was getting worse. The bodies that emerged from the soil were like a tide, surging and surging. The large number of them made people feel extremely desperate. They seemed to be endless and would never stop pouring out from the ground. The scene was extremely weird and made people feel cold all over.

The densely packed corpses piled up together, forming a terrifying torrent. They squeezed and collided with each other, making a sound that made people's scalps numb. This torrent spread wildly in all directions with the force of a tidal wave. Wherever it went, everything was ruthlessly drowned in this endless fear.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into the abyss of doomsday, and people could not see even the slightest ray of hope. The earth was shaking and the sky was crying, as if mourning for this miserable world.