The Great Dream God

As the last words of that sentence faded into the air, the demon in amethyst armor, like a king in the night, rode on a pitch-black demon horse, leading an iron-blooded army forward. Their steps were firm and cold, and the horses' hooves ruthlessly trampled over the broken body of Ellie on the ground. The once vibrant life was now reduced to a shrill wail echoing in the night. Ellie's pain was like a sharp blade, piercing the soul of everyone who witnessed this scene.

Lisa, standing in the shadows, saw all this in her eyes, but she was powerless to stop it. She closed her eyes tightly, letting the tears well up in her heart, unwilling to watch this cruel scene again. "Sister, you once regarded them as friends, but they never regarded you as one of their own. In their eyes, you are just a speck of dust that can be trampled on at will. The racial distinctions they talk about are nothing more than shackles that bind ordinary lives like us, and are lies they weave to maintain their rule and slavery. If I hadn't seen through this cruel truth, how could I have chosen to survive in the solitude of the forest with young Mi instead of seeking shelter under those high-walled cities?"

Unfortunately, this awakening came too late, so late that Ellie could no longer hear it. Her life withered under the iron hoof of the devil. I hope that at the moment of her death, she can understand the truth of this world and understand that those so-called companions are just tools to use her. Lisa's heart was filled with sorrow. The unspeakable pain surged in her heart, like a surging wave, beating against her fragile heart. She whispered, as if to comfort Ellie, but also as if to blame herself endlessly: "You are gone, I hope you can find peace in another world. At least there, no one will deprive you of your dignity and life under the pretext of race."

Meng Jin's pupils suddenly contracted. The demon patrol in front of him approached the mound quietly like bloodthirsty bats in the dark night, and their ruthless iron hooves crushed the quiet dusk. His heartbeat accelerated instantly, like a drum beating wildly in his chest, almost making him deaf. Without thinking, he turned around suddenly, his feet were like the wind, and he fled from the shadow of death without hesitation like an arrow from a bow.

Behind him, his companions, those brave warriors who had gone through thick and thin with him, saw this scene, without saying a word, followed him tacitly, their eyes were firm and resolute. Their footsteps stepped out a series of powerful notes on the barren land, interweaving with Meng Jin's running into a symphony of escaping death. Ahead, an unknown road awaited them, but they were fearless, because what burned in their hearts was the fire of survival and the ardent desire for freedom.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, they were like a series of galloping shadows, passing through thorns, over hills, and running towards the dawn in the distance.

Fear suddenly gathered on Sun Yifang's face like a dark cloud, and the depths of his pupils seemed to reflect endless darkness. He ran wildly on the desolate road, each step sounding a note of despair, and roared hysterically: "Are we going to let the candle of life go out in this desolate land? Mengjin, do you hear our call?" His voice echoed in the empty space, like a tragic elegy, shaking the silence between heaven and earth.

Meng Jin was galloping across the wilderness like a flash of lightning, his every step sounding the drumbeat of life. Behind him, the demon patrol riding on Pegasus was like a storm in the dark night, sweeping in with the roar of death and hideous smiles. He glanced back, and his gaze was like the light of dawn, illuminating the abyss of despair.

"If you don't run hard, you will 100% die!" His voice exploded like thunder, echoing in the air, and every word was imprinted in the hearts of the fugitives, burning the desire to survive. It was a call for life, a fight against death, an unyielding oath, and the courage to break free from the shackles.

"If you run hard, you might still be able to survive!" Meng Jin's roar was like a magnificent war song, inspiring everyone's heart. His words were full of power, like a beam of light in the darkness, illuminating the road ahead, allowing every trembling soul to find the direction of hope. Although the road ahead was unknown and full of difficulties, as long as there was a glimmer of possibility, they would fight hard, because that was the hope of life and the only weapon against bad luck.

Wei Yanren's face was shrouded in a haze of tension and fear. His forehead was like a glass window after rain, covered with fine beads of cold sweat, each of which flashed with a glimmer of fear. He panted, his feet were like the wind, and his running steps were like a galloping deer, leaving a trace of panic in the wilderness. The words he spoke were filled with undisguised fear: "Those ruthless pursuers, their eyes are like wolves in the cold winter, with bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes, obviously determined to kill us all. The horses they rode are no longer ordinary grassland spirits, but winged Pegasus, whose wings sparkled in the sun, as if indicating that they can not only gallop across the earth, but also soar into the sky. How can we escape from such a pursuit?"

The air around them was so heavy that it seemed to be cut, and every heartbeat roared in their ears, like a drum of war urging them to move forward. However, the road ahead seemed to be getting narrower and narrower, and the dawn of hope was swaying in the distance, but it seemed to be forever out of reach. In this life-and-death race, Wei Yanren and his companions seemed to have been tightly entangled in the giant net of fate, and every step they took was on the edge of a hanging knife.

In a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere, a demon wearing amethyst armor stood in the world. His figure was like a shadow in the night, deep and majestic. He gently patted the unique horse under his crotch. It was a horse with demon blood. The black mane danced wildly in the wind, like a waterfall in the night. Suddenly, the horse flapped its wings and flew high. A pair of demonic black wings spread out in the air, like the king of bats, soaring under the endless sky, with an irresistible domineering aura.

The horse raised its head and neighed, and the flames from its mouth shot out like meteors. One after another, the blazing fireballs streaked through the sky and pointed directly at Meng Jin and his group on the ground. The fireballs gathered power in mid-air, like a meteorite falling from the sky, with a breath of destruction, and instantly exploded around Meng Jin. The flames of the explosion tore through the air, as if the gates of hell had opened. Several riders were swallowed by this sudden hot storm, and their figures were instantly shattered in the firelight, leaving only painful afterimages. This visual shock made people feel fearful, as if they had witnessed the coming of a punishment from heaven.