Angers's gaze flicked rapidly between Mai Sakatoku and Amon, his thoughts racing like lightning. He had previously speculated that Amon was connected to Lu Mingze, but that judgment now seemed untenable.
Then what exactly was his identity? And what secrets was his sister, He Xiaoyu, hiding?
But this was not the time to investigate. He steadied himself, grabbed Constantine's gradually cooling dragon body, and swiftly retreated.
Amon clicked his tongue and chose not to continue fighting Mai Sakatoku. His figure flashed and vanished from where he stood.
The unrest of the elements in the air had become unmistakable, like the low rumble before a storm. Dragon King Norton was awakening.
Mai Sakatoku did not hesitate either, turning and retreating at full speed. Faced with the Monarch about to descend, even she, empowered by Lu Mingze, had no desire to confront him head-on.
As that burning figure swooped down like a meteor, the scorching wind nearly singed off Lao Tang's eyebrows.
He froze in place, his heart pounding wildly in his chest—it was over. This time, it was really over. No matter how fast he could run, he could not outrun those dragon wings.
He would probably end up like a suckling pig on a grill, his skin charred and crisp while juices ran from within. Amid his overwhelming terror, shattered memories surged up uncontrollably, like a dying man's life flashing before his eyes.
Just as he closed his eyes and awaited death, a bullet from nowhere tore through the air and struck the monster squarely in the forehead.
The expected searing pain never came. Lao Tang opened his eyes blankly, yet he felt not the slightest joy at having survived.
That final call had driven into his eardrums like a red-hot nail.
"Brother—"
It was too familiar—so familiar that it