The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's body transformed poetically in an instant, turning into thousands of dazzling phoenixes. Each of these phoenixes flashed with blazing light, like falling stars, streaking across the sky, and galloping towards Edward in front. Their wings intertwined in the air to form a magnificent picture, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, blazing and dazzling, and each feather contained endless power and life.

The phoenixes gathered in their rapid flight, like rivers returning to the sea, and finally, in Edward's astonished eyes, they condensed into Meng Jin's original appearance. He was suspended in the air, like a god dominating the world, his figure majestic and solemn, against the dreamlike group of phoenixes behind him, he looked even more mysterious.

Meng Jin's eyes were deep and cold, like a thousand-year-old glacier. He stared at Edward in front of him and spoke those shocking words word by word: "You have been controlled by me!" Every word was like a heavy stone hammer, hitting Edward's heart and stirring up endless ripples.

Edward suddenly woke up from his trance, like the dawn, his eyes instantly sparkled, full of anger and determination. He straightened his back, his stern face, anger like blazing lava surging in the dark night, and he announced word by word: "I remember, I am the captain of the demon patrol who guards the order of the night, an iron-fisted leader that no one can shake!"

He stared at the person in front of him, his tone filled with hatred that could not be concealed, "And you, turned out to be the fugitive who tried to challenge my authority, the human who once made me fall into the fog. I have completely remembered you now!" His voice was like thunder exploding in the silent night, shocking people's hearts.

"You thought you had sneaked into the depths of my dream cleverly, trying to shake my will, but you forgot that this is my territory, my world! Here, the enemy you meet is none other than me, Edward, the captain of the demon patrol who is not afraid of darkness and controls dreams." Every word he said was like a resounding war drum, beating on the other party's heart, indicating endless challenges and majesty. This contest is no longer just a pursuit in reality, but also a desperate fight in a dream, and he has long been ready to meet this battle.

While the echo of that sentence was still trembling in the air, Edward resolutely raised the heavy sword in his hand, as if at this moment, his life and the edge of the sword were integrated. The tip of the sword cut through the air, like a red lightning, instantly tearing the sky apart, carrying endless murderous aura, and slashed forward fiercely. This sword condensed all his strength, and also contained his determination and belief, just like his soul burning in the iron stone, blooming with a fiery blood-red sword energy.

Meng Jin's figure suddenly disappeared under this blow, like a star swallowed by the night, leaving only a faint shadow swaying in the air, making people wonder if everything just now was just an illusion. However, the cold sweat on Edward's forehead was telling the cruelty and reality of this battle. The sweat slid down his brow, and every drop was like the tension and fear in his heart, but it also strengthened his will and made him more sober in the crisis.

He tightly grasped the arrow in his hand, which was a kind of vigilance against the unknown, and also a reliance on his own strength. He took a deep breath, as if absorbing the vitality between heaven and earth, and poured out his own spiritual energy like a tide, spreading around, forming an invisible shield. This shield is not only a physical defense, but also a spiritual barrier, which is his inner tenacity and indomitable spirit, and his determination to fight all challenges.

Edward firmly believed that he had achieved all-round defense. No matter whether it was external attacks or inner turmoil, they could not penetrate this solid barrier built by spiritual energy. His eyes flashed with determination, and his body was tense, like a cheetah ready to go, ready to meet the next round of challenges.

Meng Jin once again appeared silently in Edward's sight, but this time, he was not in front of him, but behind Edward, a place he had never set up defenses. As if crossing the barriers of time and space, Meng Jin's appearance was like a flash of lightning, instantly tearing apart the peaceful battle situation.

His fist, like an arrow breaking through the ice, pierced straight into Edward's heart, with endless coldness and determination, without any hesitation or mercy. This punch, like a violent storm, like a thunderbolt, fiercely stabbed into Edward's chest, punching a shocking hole in his body. The cold air instantly poured in, making Edward's body become like a broken ice sculpture, chilling and piercing.

Edward's eyes widened, unable to believe what he saw. He looked at the fist that pierced his chest from behind, as if he saw the shadow of death. His body trembled, not only because of the pain, but also because of the sudden despair. His vision was blurred, and he could only turn his head with difficulty and look at Meng Jin who was floating behind him. That cold face seemed to be engraved in the depths of his soul.

He slowly opened his mouth, wanting to shout, wanting to question, but all that came up his throat was the fishy-sweet blood. A mouthful of blood, like red beads from a broken string, gushed out of his mouth and fell on his pale clothes, forming a sad and beautiful picture of death. His eyes gradually lost their luster, leaving only a deep attachment to life and a helpless sigh for fate. At that moment, Edward's world was completely dyed bloody by Meng Jin's punch.

On the edge of the crater, Meng Jin's mouth slowly rose, outlining a deep and contemptuous arc, as if mocking the powerlessness of the world. "Now, do you have anything else to say? I might as well listen attentively!" His words were like a cold wind, blowing through the heat of the volcano, with an arrogance that could not be ignored.

Across from him, Edward clenched his fists, his knuckles crackling slightly due to the excessive force. His voice was trembling, but it contained endless anger and tenacity: "I will never bow to you, even if you only take my life in my dream! In this illusory world, you can let me die thousands of times, but it is meaningless. Because in reality, I am still alive, as long as I wake up from this dream..."

His eyes were like a burning fire, blazing and illuminating the darkness of the crater. Every flicker in his eyes represented his desire for freedom and his persistence in life. He knew that death was only a temporary illusion, a test of his will by the dream. His faith was as hot as volcanic magma and could not be extinguished by any form of suppression.

"I will be reborn from the ashes like a phoenix. No matter how powerful your dream is, it cannot imprison my eternal soul." Edward's voice was firm and powerful, and every word was resounding, as if it was a powerful response to Meng Jin's ruthless ridicule. His determination was like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable, and he would never back down even in difficult situations.