The Great Dream God

Meng Jin witnessed this scene, and endless anger surged in his heart. The team of the charioteers was actually missing, which was undoubtedly a provocation to their dignity. He turned around, staring at the demon Pegasus in the distance with a sharp gaze, and the expression on his face was like ice, full of deep hatred. "It's so hateful!" He roared, and his voice contained not only anger, but also deep sorrow, "You forced us into such a desperate situation, do you think your power is enough to deter everything? Your boastful power is just a bluff!"

Meng Jin sneered twice. That laugh was like the north wind in winter, biting and cold. "Just wait. I, Meng Jin, swear that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will kill all of you demons one by one with my own hands! Not a single one will be spared. Let your arrogance tremble in the face of death!"

After saying that, he resolutely led his men to continue galloping!

Wei Yanren's face was burning like fire, and the anger in his pupils was blazing like a volcano suddenly erupting in winter.

He suddenly turned around, and the sword in his hand flashed a cold edge in the moonlight, like a bolt of lightning that cuts through the night sky, carrying endless anger and determination.

He swung his sword forward fiercely, and a fierce slash swept up like a raging wave, directly aiming at the demon Pegasus soaring in the sky.

The shock wave surged up into the sky like a raging wave, and directly hit the demon mounts hovering in the clouds.

There was a loud bang, like the sound of thunder exploding in the night sky, with terrifying power.

However, the shock wave exploded on the bodies of the demon Pegasus, but failed to shake even their hard armor at all. It was just like a breeze blowing across the lake, causing a few ripples.

The demon riding on the demon Pegasus had eyes as cold as ice, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at a ridiculous clown.

“Is this your full strength?” His deep voice echoed in the air, every word full of disdain, “This is just tickling me.”

Wei Yanren's anger reached its peak at this moment. His sword, his determination, and his anger were all ruthlessly trampled upon by these contemptuous words.

At that moment, the demon standing on the horse seemed to be the master of the night. As soon as he finished speaking, a strange command spread in the air. The horse, like a mythical beast, opened its lips slightly, and a bright beam of light poured out from its mouth like a galaxy, instantly breaking the silence of the night sky, carrying endless power, and rushing towards the horizon like a raging wave.

"Boom--" With a deafening sound, the beam hit Wei Yanren accurately, and he was blown away like a falling leaf. The blood gushing out of his mouth was like a broken red lotus, leaving a sad and beautiful trajectory in the air. His body rolled in the air, like a falling star, falling straight backwards.

Meng Jin, the brave and fearless warrior, leaped up without hesitation, like an eagle soaring into the sky, his movements were swift and powerful, and he accurately caught the rapidly retreating Wei Yanren. His fingers tightly clasped the back of the opponent's collar, forcibly changing the direction of Wei Yanren's fall, and running with him forward, as if racing against time.

"Run, Wei Yanren!" Meng Jin's voice was firm and anxious, "Your pause just now and your counterattack are tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg. Do you know that the gap between us and the devil is like that between an ant and an elephant, it is an insurmountable chasm!" His words were full of concern for his comrades and deep awe of the enemy.

In this dark world, the only way for them to survive and fight against the boundless fear is to run.

In the dark night of the abyss, the demon lord, riding his inky black demon Pegasus burning with hellfire, tore through the sky like a meteorite, leading a huge and mighty demon army, charging forward at lightning speed. They were like black comets in the night sky, and every time the demon Pegasus's iron hooves stomped, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the quiet night, shattering the silence of the starry sky and shaking the pulse of the universe.

Their target is the mysterious team driving dreams in the distance. Those drivers are as poetic as a painting, pointing directly to the deep abyss at the foot of the majestic mountain, as if they want to merge their souls into the bone marrow of the mountain and become one with the earth.

The demon lord's gaze was as unfathomable as the abyss, filled with boundless anger and confusion. His eyes were like two sharp sword lights, piercing through the darkness and shooting straight to the end of the cave. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if chiseled by a knife or an axe, depicting his perseverance and indomitable spirit. That was the demon's pride, his oath, and his battle horn.

He circled in the air, the wings of the demon Pegasus were like the music of the night. Every time it flapped its wings, it raised gusts of cold wind, blowing away the darkness around him, but it could not blow away the confusion and persistence in his heart. His voice exploded like thunder, shaking the valley, and the echo lingered in the air for a long time. "Search!" His order was like a cold iron chain, hitting every demon's heart hard. Every corner, every inch of land, every stone must be turned upside down by them, even if they had to dig three feet into the ground, they must find the traces of those humans! Every secret place and every hidden harbor along the coast of Zhoushan must not be missed. His order was like a ruthless hurricane, sweeping across the earth, and the demons moved in response. Their figures were like shadows in the moonlight, fanatical and determined, like dancers in the night, dancing to the melody of death.

Meng Jin led his team and a group of loyal companions to escape into a hidden cave in the mountains. This cave seemed to be a shelter from nature, deep and mysterious. The stone walls were inlaid with crystal minerals, like stars scattered in the darkness, illuminating their tired but determined faces. Meng Jin's eyes were like torches, sweeping every corner. His voice echoed in the cave, like a thunderous horn: "Friends, let's confirm the number of people and see how many warriors we still have!"

Hearing this, everyone exchanged silent glances, which were a kind of tacit understanding, a kind of tenacity, and also a helpless acceptance of an unknown fate. They nodded silently, and although the movements were light, they were full of heavy determination. Everyone knew that this was a dance with death, and every nod was a promise of life.

Meng Jin began to count, his fingers drawing arcs in the air, as if counting the pulse of life. Originally there were ninety-nine lively heartbeats, but now there were only seventy echoes. His heart was trembling, and his scalp was numb, as if there were millions of ants gnawing at him. He said sadly: "Our opponents, those demon patrols, their power is far beyond our imagination. The gap between us and them is like that between an ant and an elephant, vast and boundless!"

Meng Jin's words were like the cold north wind, biting but true.

There is a huge rock pressing on everyone's heart.