Actually, all these memories came from Bolivar himself. Wang Han couldn't possibly know such details. But it didn't matter. She could access Bolivar's memories and make him crumble beneath their weight.
Bolivar let out a pained wail. The flood of negative emotions quickly made him lose himself.
He began rolling on the ground.
Wang Han's beautiful eyes were cold, devoid of the slightest trace of emotion.
She had seen how much Dragon King team had sacrificed to protect her while she was in seclusion.
Her heart was filled with guilt toward Sulexi, Ava, and lynn.
If she had emerged from seclusion sooner, they wouldn't have lost their powers or paid such a heavy price.
Instead, they had paid dearly to hold back the enemy's assault, while she broke through to the divine realm and appeared like a savior to defeat the enemy—then placed the crowns of hero and lifesaver on her own head.
People like that were the worst.
Thinking of it, Wang Han found herself hating both Bolivar and herself.
Her mental power kept growing stronger.
Bolivar's eyeballs burst, and blood poured from every opening in his face. He was at death's door.
The others exchanged looks, unable to believe what they were seeing.
They had paid such a terrible price just to drive Bolivar back, yet Wang Han had toyed with the enemy boss's life as soon as she stepped in.
How big was the gap between them?
Bolivar was finally afraid.
He knew that if he fell into the hands of these superpowered people, he wouldn't even be allowed the right to die.
He ordered the Eradicators to act at once and kill Wang Han.
A trace of mockery flashed in Wang Han's eyes. She swept her right hand through the air.
Bolivar suddenly froze.
Gushes of