The Great Dream God

Ellie's pupils suddenly contracted, and she took several steps back in fear. Each step was like stepping on broken glass, stinging her nerves. Her hands trembled unconsciously, as if the trembling touch just now was still lingering. She opened her eyes wide, trying to find a clue of reason in the chaos, but she could only hear her own rapid breathing echoing in her ears.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Her words were particularly harsh in the empty space, and every word was filled with confusion and fear. She wondered if she had fallen into some kind of illusion that she couldn't escape from. The scene was so real that she couldn't question its existence. She clearly remembered that the blade cut through the air and stabbed into the man's body fiercely. Blood splattered all over her sight, and the smell of death filled the air.

However, everything in front of her was so peaceful, and the man was standing there intact, as if the scene just now was just a figment of her mind. A chill ran through Ellie's heart, and she began to wonder if time had flowed backwards without her knowing, or, worse, if she had fallen into a recurring nightmare?

Her eyes wandered, trying to find the answer, but everything around her was terribly quiet, with only her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Ellie closed her eyes tightly, trying to dispel the lingering illusion, but when she opened her eyes again, the man was still standing there, with the same confusion and fear in his eyes. She couldn't help asking herself, is all this real, or has she completely lost her mind?

Alice's heart was beating violently, and her trembling body seemed particularly fragile in the dark night. She turned around suddenly, trying to escape from this terrifying scene, and her footsteps were hurriedly taken in the moonlight, as if every step was on sharp ice. However, when her back disappeared in the hazy night, she strangely reappeared in the same place the next second, as if she was bound by invisible shackles and could not escape.

Time and again, she tried to run forward or lunge forward, hoping to find a glimmer of hope, but each time it was like hitting a transparent wall, bouncing back, back to the starting point that made her despair. Her heart was filled with endless confusion and fear, as if she was trapped in a maze set by the devil. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape this nightmare-like predicament.

Alice gasped in the darkness, sweat rolled down her cheeks, every drop of sweat carried her fear and helplessness. In front of her, the figure still stood quietly, and the silence formed a sharp contrast with the chaos around. His existence made Alice deeply understand that this was not a human that low-level demons like them could deal with. His power and his aura far exceeded their cognition, like an unclimbable mountain, daunting.

A flame of determination ignited in Ellie's heart. She turned around and ran without hesitation. Her resolute back seemed to tell the world that her choice at this moment was not cowardly, but wise.

She understood that the enemy before her was too powerful to be defeated, and a head-on confrontation would only result in unnecessary sacrifices.

Therefore, running away, an act that seems humble in the eyes of ordinary people, is the wisest way of survival for her.

Her steps were brisk and powerful, and every step seemed like a race against time and a fight against fate.

Her heartbeat was beating wildly in her chest like a drum, and every beat reminded her that she could not stop and could not look back.

There is endless darkness before Ellie's eyes, but she firmly believes that only by going through this darkness can she welcome the dawn.

Her escape was not an escape, but a tenacious resistance. When you are unable to fight, conserve your strength and wait for an opportunity, this is the law of survival.

Ellie's voice trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, her eyes full of fear. She grabbed her sister's hand and called out hurriedly: "Sister, dear sister, look over there, that gloomy shadow, that ominous sign, we must run, run!" They were in a desolate wilderness, the shadows under the moonlight seemed to be quietly extending, and every cry of the night owl made people's heart beat faster. Ellie's face was covered with cold sweat, and her eyes reflected not only darkness, but also deep fear. She knew that only by escaping from this strange place could they regain safety.

Ellie's body shone with a strange light under the moonlight. Her bright red eyes, which were once as pure as a deep lake, were now undergoing a transformation. Her left eye was like a burning flame, blazing and deep red, as if it could devour everything; her right eye, however, turned into an icy ocean, serene and mysterious blue, as if it hid endless stories. This unique alternation of colors was a manifestation of her unique ability, a psychic power beyond that of ordinary people. Through this power, she was having a silent conversation with her sister.

Lisa's lips curled up in a playful arc, and she watched the scene in front of her with interest. Sun Yifang, Wei Yanren and the others seemed to be pulled by an invisible string of madness. Their performance was intoxicating and almost crazy, and every movement was full of hysterical power. In Lisa's eyes, this scene was like a carefully choreographed tragedy, both ironic and sad.

Her heart was filled with cold joy, as if she was enjoying a real-life absurd drama. Their struggles, fears, and despair seemed to her like the final struggles of the prey before death, which added to the excitement of the hunt. Lisa's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, locking onto every target, ready to deliver a fatal blow when they were exhausted.

However, her plan was not just to kill. She intended to bring the madness of these people to her secret hut, and let them continue this performance in that claustrophobic space without anyone watching. That hut, like a lonely stage, would forever imprison the dance of these souls for her to enjoy alone. Lisa's hand gently touched the weapon at her waist, her eyes firm and resolute, ready to harvest the candlelight of these lives at the most appropriate time and bring them into her dark territory.

Originally, Lisa had a clear advantage, as if the balance of victory had already tilted towards her. Each of her attacks was precise and powerful, and her opponent could only struggle to defend herself, and the situation was very good. However, at this moment, everything took a dramatic turn, like the calm before the storm, with a subtle tension in the air. Lisa's face, which always had a confident smile, was now more serious than ever, like an icy lake under the cold moon, calm but deep. Her eyes no longer reflected contempt, but concentration and vigilance. It seemed that an invisible force was quietly reversing the situation, making the originally clear battle situation complicated and confusing. This change not only made Lisa, but also all the onlookers nervous, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the unknown changes that were about to happen.