Mo Wang looked at Kanna, seemingly not expecting her to answer that way.
Come to think of it, Lu Mingfei had supposedly been entangled with Lu Mingze for tens of thousands of years.
And Kanna herself was a Dragon King, so it made sense that they knew each other.
But then why did Constantine know, while Little Dragon Girl had absolutely no memory of it?
Was there some difference between the two?
Or had Little Dragon Girl forgotten a great deal as well?
Just then, Mo Wang turned around and saw Lu Mingfei's body swaying unsteadily, his arms trembling so badly that they could barely support him. He frowned and muttered under his breath, "As expected, it's still not enough. I'll have to use some extraordinary measures."
Mo Wang flicked his fingertips, and an invisible illusion struck Lu Mingfei.
At the same time, Lu Mingfei, who was gritting his teeth and holding on, felt every inch of his body burning.
The immense pain seemed ready to tear apart his organs, as though a ball of fire were scorching his chest.
A voice kept ringing through his mind, urging him to give up and telling him that all of this was meaningless.
Just as he was on the verge of collapse, the illusion descended.
The field before him suddenly twisted into an apocalyptic scene.
He saw his home reduced to ruins beneath a searing light. Endless seawater surged backward into the city, and towering waves swallowed the skyscrapers. Dragons roared in the sky, their vicious shadows blanketing the earth.
He saw his parents' corpses floating on the murky surface of the water. His uncle and aunt stared with vacant eyes, while that always-annoying chubby little cousin drifted with the current like a rag doll. He opened his mouth to shout, but