The Great Dream God

In that small house forgotten on the edge of time, the silence seemed to be frozen in the air. Every breeze dared not blow easily, for fear of breaking this delicate stillness.

The four mottled walls silently tell the story of the years. They witness the loneliness of the cottage and carry countless silent nights.

The tense atmosphere was like an invisible spider web, densely covering every corner and making it hard to breathe.

Every item in the house remains in the same state as when the owner left, as if waiting to be restarted at some point.

A swaying oil lamp, its light dim and trembling, cast long shadows, exacerbating the uneasiness in the room.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like frost, sprinkling coldly on the worn wooden boards, as if it was also spying on this world wrapped in a tense atmosphere.

Lisa gently raised her eyes, which were as deep as the night sky, and every look seemed to contain endless stories and mysteries.

Her gaze was firmly fixed on Sun Yifang; her eyes were like the cold moonlight, revealing biting sarcasm and undisguised provocation.

The corners of her mouth curled up in a subtle arc, and the meaning hidden behind that smile made people guess and fear.

Sun Yifang felt Lisa's gaze, as if he was being overlooked by an invisible tower, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

He tried to find the answer in those bottomless eyes, but only saw his own timid reflection.

Lisa's sarcasm was like a sharp sword, each word accurately piercing his soft spot, and her provocation was like a silent war, challenging his bottom line and self-esteem.

The air froze between them, only Lisa's voice echoed, and every word sounded like carefully polished stone, resounding and with a cold and hard texture.

The sunlight shone on her cold face, reflecting a firm and ruthless light, as if her words were not just sounds, but also a sharp ice knife, ruthlessly cutting the air and piercing Sun Yifang's heart.

"Have you been blinded by the illusion of victory and unable to see the reality? Will I really be defeated by you? Are you really so confident in my strength?" Her words were like a cold wind blowing through the valley, and every word and sentence was frosty and chilling.

Sun Yifang, the lion who was usually as calm as ice, was now ignited by this provocation.

His chest heaved violently like a mountain in a strong wind. An uncontrollable anger surged from the bottom of his heart and instantly swept through his whole body.

He let out a deafening roar, like a crack of thunder, shaking the surrounding huts, causing dust to fly everywhere, and the walls seemed to tremble at his rage.

He gripped the ancient sword tightly. The patterns on the hilt gleamed mysteriously in the moonlight. The tip of the sword was like a sharp gaze, piercing straight into the darkness ahead.

His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was filled with endless anger and determination.

Suddenly, he let out a heart-shaking roar towards the sky, and the sound was like thunder, resounding through the night sky.

As he roared, his entire body was surrounded by a dazzling white light, as if the power of the stars exploded in his body. His body instantly became like an unstoppable cannonball, rushing towards Lisa at an astonishing speed.

However, facing this powerful attack, Lisa did not show the slightest fear.

Her eyes were firm and calm, and a layer of blood-red light emerged around her body, which was like the flame of life, burning fiercely.

The blood-red light quickly condensed to form a solid energy barrier, like a transparent blood shield, blocking in front of her.

The moment his sword collided with the blood-colored barrier, the air seemed to be torn apart, and a deafening roar echoed in the air. The confrontation between the two powerful forces made everything around them tremble.

The fierce clash between the sword and the protective shield was like the collision between thunder and ice, stirring up an irresistible recoil energy.

Under the impact of this violent force, Sun Yifang's body was like a fragile autumn leaf and was instantly ejected. His chest felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer and pain instantly swept through his body.

The once unstoppable sword in his hand also shattered into countless tiny points of light at this moment, scattering in the air, like a tragic dance of death.

He rolled backwards awkwardly, each turn accompanied by severe pain in his lungs, and finally he fell heavily to the ground, splattering dirt everywhere.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth like a bright flower blooming, instantly dyeing the ground beneath him a deep red, reflecting his pale face.

He tried to stand up with his last bit of strength, but Lisa's figure was following him like a shadow, pressing on step by step.

Her eyes were as cold as frost, and the sword in her hand was like a sentence of death, resting quietly on his shoulder, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, as if mocking his powerlessness.

Ellie looked straight at him without a trace of pity. Her coldness and ruthlessness were more chilling than the sharpness of a sword.

"Don't move! Behave yourself! You are not on the verge of life or death! Otherwise... I will end you without hesitation!" Her voice was as cold as the north wind in winter. Every word was like sharp hail, mercilessly hitting Sun Yifang's heart, instantly freezing his world in coldness.

His eyes widened, shock and fear intertwined deep in his pupils, and his body was like a frozen leaf, not daring to move.

Regret swept over him like a torrent. He shouldn't have been so impulsive. He shouldn't have come back to face this powerful enemy and put himself in such a dangerous situation.

The hut once again fell into deathly silence. Only Sun Yifang's heavy breathing filled the air, like a heavy symphony, playing out his tension and helplessness.

The sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears, and every beat reminded him how critical the situation was.

There were faint marks on his tightly pursed lips, the soundless cry he tried to suppress.

There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, the haze of regret and the bitterness of helplessness intertwined together to form a painful picture.

Ellie's figure slowly emerged from the shadows, and every step she took seemed to be stepping on the strings of the air, quiet and heavy.

Her eyes were like the deep night sky, without the slightest ripple of emotion, only endless coldness.

Her fingers, slender and slim, suddenly became like ice crystal swords that had been sharpened for thousands of years, flashing with deadly cold light.

These fingers were now gently pressing on Sun Yifang's carotid artery, as if the flow of life would come to an abrupt halt with just the slightest force.

"You're dead!" Her voice was low and cold, just like the north wind in winter, sweeping mercilessly through every inch of air.