The Great Dream God

Chapter 230: Unforgivable Beheading

Meng Jin lay on the ground, the pain in his body far less than the shock and betrayal in his heart. He couldn't believe his ears, his former friends, Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren, had become his enemies and stood against him.

Wei Yanren squatted down, his words were full of pride and anger. Meng Jin could feel the complex emotions in Wei Yanren's words, including his desire to become stronger, as well as his dissatisfaction and resentment towards Meng Jin.

"If you didn't help us become stronger, we would become stronger in our own way! Now we are standing in front of you!" Wei Yanren's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Meng Jin's heart hard. Meng Jin's heart was full of doubts and confusion. He didn't understand why his former friend would choose to betray him because of his desire for power.

Sun Yifang stood aside, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes also revealed a hint of complex emotions. He did not speak, but his presence alone put great pressure on Meng Jin.

Meng Jin's heart was filled with dark clouds. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. All the trust and friendship had vanished at this moment. He knew that he had to face this cruel reality. His friends had chosen their own path, which was contrary to his.

Meng Jin took a deep breath. Although the physical injuries made him feel unbearable pain, his will was not broken. He knew that he could not fall here, and he had to find a way to deal with this sudden change.

He looked up at Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren. Although his heart was filled with pain and confusion, his voice was unusually firm: "You have chosen your own path, but I also have my own choice. I will not give up. I will find the real strength to prove that my path is correct."

Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren looked at each other. They could feel the firmness and determination in Meng Jin's words. They knew that this struggle had just begun, and Meng Jin would not give up easily. The friendship between them had been broken, and what remained was only a contest of strength and a confrontation of beliefs.

Sun Yifang's words revealed a sense of determination and coldness. He had obviously decided not to have any more communication with Meng Jin, but to take direct action. His sneer and tone showed that he and Qingniao had reached some kind of consensus and were ready to take more drastic measures against Meng Jin.

Although Bluebird was injured, his will was not broken. He lay on the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although this action was simple, it showed his unyielding determination. His words revealed his deep hatred for Mengjin and his extreme desire for the sacred object of the Bluebird tribe.

"Cut open his stomach and dig out the Bluebird Tribe's sacred object hidden inside!" Bluebird's words chilled everyone present. This was not only a fatal blow to Meng Jin, but also an extreme emphasis on the Bluebird Tribe's sacred object. The Bluebird Tribe's sacred object was obviously of great significance to Bluebird, and he was willing to pay any price for it.

When Meng Jin heard this, an unprecedented fear surged in his heart. He knew that if the holy object was taken out, not only would his own life be threatened, but the secrets of the Blue Bird Clan would also be revealed. He had to find a way to escape, or find a way to stop all this from happening.

After Sun Yifang and Wei Yanren heard Qingniao's order, they looked at each other and seemed to have reached a consensus in silence. They began to slowly approach Mengjin, ready to carry out Qingniao's order.

Mengjin felt an unprecedented crisis.

Meng Jin's face turned ugly after hearing about Bluebird and Sun Yifang's plan. He was filled with anger and despair. He had never expected that his former friend would betray him and even want to take the Bluebird's sacred object from him. His voice was filled with reluctance and anger, and he was unwilling to give in.

"Damn it, you actually dared to attack me! It seems that you don't care about our old friendship at all! But do you think I'm so easy to deal with? King of Cthulhu! Take action!" Meng Jin's cry revealed his last hope. He called out to his ally, the King of Cthulhu, hoping that he could help.

However, the King of Cthulhu, who was suspended in the air, shattered Meng Jin's hopes. His body gradually dimmed and became translucent, indicating that his power was rapidly draining away. The King of Cthulhu trembled and said, "Master, I can't move!" This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, making Meng Jin feel unprecedented helplessness.

Meng Jin's heart was filled with despair.

Meng Jin lay on the cold ground, the wounds on his body burning like fire, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain. His vision began to blur, and his consciousness was lingering on the edge of pain. He could feel his strength rapidly fading, just like the blood flowing in his body, which could not be recovered.

Once upon a time, Meng Jin was so confident that his soul was strong enough to summon the King of Cthulhu, a powerful being, a symbol of his pride and power. However, now, as his body weakens, that once powerful force has become fragile. The existence of the puppet depends on his soul, and now, it is like a phantom that has lost its light and may dissipate into the air at any time.

Wei Yanren's ridicule and explanation made Meng Jin feel unprecedented despair.

"That's the puppet you summoned, right? The puppet that resides in your soul? Now your body is getting weaker, and your soul is getting weaker too. The puppet in your soul is naturally getting weaker as well and is about to dissipate. It naturally can't attack us, and you've become a fish on the chopping board that we can't do anything to you!" Wei Yanren's words were full of sarcasm and complacency.

In this life-or-death moment, Meng Jin felt unprecedented pain and despair. His body was ruthlessly destroyed, and every blow made him feel that his life was slowly slipping away. However, even under such a blow, there was still an unyielding force surging deep in Meng Jin's heart.

He watched Wei Yanren pull out the knife from his waist and stab it into his belly. The blade cut his skin, blood spurted out, and Meng Jin wailed in pain. This was not only physical pain, but also mental torture. He couldn't believe that his former friend would be so cruel to him.

Sun Yifang was not idle either. He raised his hand with a wooden stick and hit Meng Jin, who was lying on the ground wailing, in the face, making his face bloody and the pain worse. Meng Jin felt his consciousness begin to blur, but he still called for the last bit of strength in his heart.

Under this double blow, Meng Jin's heart was filled with pain and unwillingness.