The Great Dream God

When these words echoed in the air, the green demons seemed to be frozen for a moment. Their pupils suddenly dilated, and their astonished expressions were like frozen sculptures. They stared at Edward, as if trying to see through his appearance and see his essence. Among them, a demon slowly rose from the group. His figure was particularly eye-catching in the darkness, and his cold eyes were like an icy blade, piercing Edward's heart.

His voice was low and full of provocation, every word was like a hammer hitting an anvil, sonorous and powerful: "Who are you and how dare you brag here? I can't see any of your strength. Well, today is the time to test your authenticity! I want to see with my own eyes whether you are just talking nonsense or you really have the matching strength! Let us decide in battle and see whether you are bluffing or the real deal!" His voice echoed in the air, stirring up invisible ripples and pushing the tense atmosphere to a climax.

When Edward heard these words, his chest burst into deafening laughter, like thunder echoing in the abyss. On his body, a touch of purple light quietly emerged, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, gradually gathering into a series of dazzling lights and shadows. These purple lights condensed into pieces of exquisite armor fragments, which seemed to be alive and agile, attached to Edward's solid and powerful muscles, spliced ​​one by one, and finally formed an unparalleled purple armor.

Edward, at this moment, was no longer a simple person. He transformed into a fully armed knight, mighty yet elegant. He held a sharp spear in his hand, the tip of which flashed with a cold light, as if it could pierce through the darkness. His eyes were firm and deep, like the night sea illuminated by stars, revealing endless majesty. He stood in front of those green demons. Although they were also demons, Edward exuded a kingly aura that surpassed them. That domineering aura was not only a symbol of power, but also a control over rule and wisdom.

Edward galloped through the dust of the battlefield like a cheetah, his eyes were firm, and his courage was concentrated in every move. He suddenly leaped up, his body drew a graceful arc in the air, like a meteor passing through the night sky, rushing towards the target in front with endless strength and determination. The spear in his hand was like lightning in the wind, and every swing was accompanied by a dazzling light, which was the burning of his inner blood and his deep contempt for the enemy.

The spear left a trail of afterimages in the air, and each swing seemed to carve deep marks in the air. In an instant, those marks turned into blood-red air waves, surging like a tsunami, rolling forward. These air waves were like red waves, one after another, violently impacting all obstacles in front.

When the blood-colored air wave met the arrogant green demon, it was as spectacular and shocking as a volcanic eruption. The demon's laughter was still echoing in the air, but it could not resist this majestic force. The moment it came into contact with the blood-colored air wave, it seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and instantly exploded, turning into a green mist and dissipating in the air.

Edward, like an unstoppable hurricane, suddenly broke into the demon camp, his eyes were cold and determined, the spear in his hand shone with a cold light. Every strike was accompanied by the demon's wailing and the low hum of death. He rushed left and right, the spear was like a dance of death, every swing drew a bloody track in the air, leaving a string of lives ended.

Demons fell before him one after another. Some were split in two, blood gushing out like a waterfall; some were cut in half, with broken limbs and remains scattered all over the ground; some were even torn into countless pieces of flesh by spears, bloody and horrible to look at. White bones were faintly visible in the pool of blood, reflecting this cruel massacre. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, like a thick layer of red fog, covering the entire battlefield and dyeing the sky dark.

Edward swept through the enemy camp in a crushing manner. Every move he made was full of power and determination. No one could stop him, and no one could escape. His figure was particularly eye-catching under the bloody sunset, like a blazing fire in the darkness, mercilessly burning all obstacles that blocked his way.

A group of demons trembled in fear, their screams like the mournful night owls, echoing in the endless darkness. "This guy's power is beyond our imagination!" They roared hysterically, and fear spread among them like a plague. "His strength is unfathomable, and the gap between us is like a world of difference! How can we possibly fight him? He has at least reached the peak of the A-level strong!" Their words were full of despair, as if they were facing an insurmountable mountain.

And they were just ordinary C-level demons, struggling at the bottom of their power, unable to resist this terrifying force. Panic flashed in their eyes, and the reason deep in their hearts urged them to flee, "We must flee! Flee now! Otherwise, we will all be reduced to ashes in this duel!" They no longer hesitated, turned around and fled from the shadow of death. Driven by fear, the demons' backs disappeared into the dark night.

Edward emerged from the fierce battle, his figure like a cheetah in the dark night, agile and deadly. His sword blade was still stained with the blood of the enemy, which was the proof of the way to survival he had cut for Meng Jin. The moment he landed, his eyes were firm, his muscles were tense, but there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes. He walked in front of Meng Jin, bent his knees slightly, and reported to his master with the most solemn etiquette: "Master, I have opened a bloody road for you!"

Meng Jin appreciated this and nodded gently, his movements were like feathers in the wind, light yet majestic. The corners of his mouth slowly rose, forming a thoughtful smile, as if everything was under control. He raised his hand to signal, the movement was graceful and powerful, leading the awed human companions behind him to continue moving forward. Their eyes were full of admiration for Edward, because it was his bravery and loyalty that gave them hope of survival.

Meng Jin's heart was filled with longing for the future, and he was looking forward to the journey home that was about to begin. He believed that under Edward's protection, they would be able to cross the demon's territory and reach their destination safely.

But Meng Jin was completely unaware of the approaching crisis. With firm and resolute steps, he led the group to escape from the demonic territory shrouded in darkness. The road they were on seemed to be the dawn of hope, but in fact it was full of thorns and dangers. Every step was like stepping on thin ice, with an unfathomable cold pool underneath. If they were not careful, they would fall into an endless abyss. The stone paths along the way were rugged and uneven, as if they were obstacles deliberately set by nature, testing their will and determination. The jungle in the night was even more dangerous, with unknown beasts lurking in the dark, and the cold wind seemed to be mixed with the whispers of demons, foreshadowing the coming storm. ,