His head felt like it was splitting apart when he woke up.
Within one second of regaining consciousness, Lin An suddenly unleashed his psionic energy and entered a combat stance.
Instinctive vigilance.
Only after seeing Mo Ling clutching him tightly and the Black Dragon beneath him did he recover from his shock.
"How long was I unconscious!?"
He called out.
At a glance, he saw that he was high in the sky, with sprawling city clusters covering the ground below.
Memories flooded into his mind, and he recalled what he had experienced earlier.
It seemed he was still within the Origin Area.
"I'm hungry, and so tired."
Before Mo Ling could speak, the Black Dragon turned its head toward Lin An with an aggrieved expression. Its cold, ferocious appearance formed a stark contrast with the words it spoke.
"I can't fly anymore."
"I want food."
Beside them, Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but she looked at him gravely as she replied:
"Lin An, you were unconscious for half an hour."
Little Mo Ling opened her mouth. It was obvious she had something else to say, but she forcibly held it back.
Half an hour?
Lin An's heart jolted, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
This was probably the third time he had fallen unconscious since the apocalypse began.
He had not expected the Meme he encountered this time to be so strange. It had actually spread to him through the target it controlled.
Fortunately, he had severed the connection quickly enough. Otherwise, there would truly have been serious trouble.
As his thoughts shifted, Lin An recalled the scene of the attack on his mind, and deep doubt rose in his heart.
Amid the flood of information, he had not only heard several indistinct syllables, but had