Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

He looked closely, and suddenly his face paled slightly.

Because they were all corpses.

A dead body.

These bodies seem to be being brought in continuously.

Suddenly, among the pile of corpses on the ground, someone seemed to still be alive and moved slightly.

However, those giants, each over two meters tall, ignored him and grabbed him, throwing him directly into the giant furnace.

It turns out that the fragrance just now was coming from this giant cauldron.

vomit!

He leaned against the wall and began to vomit.

Looking up, I saw an old man fiddling with something in a medicine pot in front of me.

The pestle in his hand struck down again and again.

Fresh blood splattered out of the medicine pot.

Fan Zui's gaze sharpened slightly, and he saw that what he was working on were eyeballs.

vomit!

The urge to vomit surged up in my chest again.

Ok?

Suddenly, he realized that he was one of those corpses.

Before he could react, a giant grabbed his foot and was about to throw him into the enormous furnace.

At this moment, one of them was putting in some kind of seasoning.

Immediately, the aroma became even stronger.

The fragrance entered my body through my nose, seemingly reaching straight to the top of my head.

His eyes gradually turned bloodshot!

"Die!"

In my dream, I am invincible, impervious to swords and spears, and indestructible.

The next moment, an extremely cold spear suddenly appeared in his hand.

Using the Dragon's Movement Technique, he broke free from the giant's claws and kicked it into the air.

Piercing through the void, endless stabs!

The extremely cold spear in his hand contained boundless rage, and he thrust it out endlessly.

Green blood splattered everywhere, and the giant was riddled with holes, yet his hands showed no sign of stopping.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he held an extremely cold spear; wherever he went, everything was frozen in ice.

Before long, he had killed everyone in the main hall.

Even that ugly old man had his cerebellum pierced by a single shot.

Looking at the demon on the ground, its green blood flowing freely, an even stronger killing intent flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

"what!"

With a single punch delivered from mid-air, the giant cauldron exploded instantly.

With another punch, the entire hall collapsed with a roar, and smoke filled the air.

Only then did he notice a little girl standing not far from him, silently shedding tears.

Blood and tears!

Tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

But there was no sound of crying.

When grief reaches its extreme, the crying stops, and only blood and tears flow silently.

Despite her young age, Fan Zui recognized her at a glance.

Witch!

Could this dream be a reflection of her childhood experiences?

Is this a nightmare?

Fan Zui looked around again and was horrified to discover that this was the legendary Demon Realm.

That legendary demon realm, which was cleaved in two by a single sword strike from the Qian Yuan Empire and thus destroyed.

At this moment, the main hall collapsed with a crash, and stepping into the Demon Realm, a magnificent yet devastating scene unfolded before my eyes, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Horror and spectacle intertwine.

An endless expanse of darkness covered the entire horizon.

Thick smoke filled the air, emitting a pungent stench.

Thick, dark clouds blanketed the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, tearing the heavens apart, as if announcing the end of the world.

The earth split open, becoming a bottomless abyss.

Lava churned, and red flames danced, unleashing scorching and destructive power.

The lava erupted, like a volcanic eruption, spewing out and turning everything to ashes.

Demons and monsters swirled and danced in this apocalyptic realm, emitting terrifying and ferocious roars.

Their figures were twisted and ferocious, exuding dark magic and an evil aura.

Flocks of birds flew in the sky, their feathers as red as blood, their eyes flashing with ferocity, emitting shrieks, as if they were messengers of death, foreshadowing the end of the world.

The entire demon realm was filled with an atmosphere of destruction; all life was being corrupted and annihilated.

Boundless darkness and scorching winds intertwined and howled past, scattering all the hopes and dreams of the demon race without a trace.

In this magnificent yet devastating scene, the demon realm has reached its end.

The war between humans and demons has come to its final stages.

On the battlefield, a million soldiers suffered terribly, their lives annihilated, a scene of utter devastation that evoked fear and sorrow.

On the battlefield, battle flags fluttered and war drums spurred the troops on.

As the army advanced, the land was trampled into dust, obscuring the sunlight.

The flashing of swords and the glint of blades were visible beneath the dark clouds.

The sounds of weapons clashing echoed continuously throughout the battlefield.

The archers wielded their sharp arrows, and a rain of arrows poured down like a black curtain, piercing through countless enemies.

The warhorses surged forward, roaring as they charged into the enemy ranks, their hooves thundering, and the lances in the knights' hands ripped through the enemy's armor.

The air was thick with murderous intent; the bloodthirsty warriors displayed endless brutality and ruthlessness in the fierce battle.

Red blood and green blood flowed like rivers across the battlefield.

Corpses piled up like mountains, rubble flew everywhere, and wails and shouts mingled together, creating a demonic sound.

Death is indistinguishable; the strong and the weak alike are laid bare on this brutal battlefield, falling without distinction of victory or defeat.

Both soldiers and generals lost their lives in this battle.

The value of life is often obliterated on the battlefield, and the loss of countless loved ones fills the air with sorrow and pain.

Whether demons or humans, the soldiers fought for their faith, their country, and their honor, but they still could not avoid being swallowed up by this cruel war.

Suddenly, the scene changed again.

When he reappeared, he found himself bound to the large bed again, his hands and feet tightly bound.

Click!

His clothes were violently torn to shreds by the witch, the sound quite crisp.

At this moment, her eyes were bloodshot, as if she wanted to vent everything on him.

Instead of a kiss, he was bitten.

The witch bit down hard on his shoulder.

In a matter of moments, blood streamed down his shoulder, staining the bed red.

At this moment, the witch is insane.

Perhaps, she couldn't even control herself.

He thought to himself.

In reality, nothing can be revealed.

Suppressed to the extreme.

Therefore, one can only do whatever one wants, truly release oneself, and vent oneself in dreams.