Vermilion Bird placed her hands on War Tiger’s and Qing Ling’s shoulders, injecting them with dormant energy that would allow them to triple their power at the price of going into a three-month coma. The two could choose whether to activate the energy. If they didn’t, the energy would fade in half an hour.0

War Tiger and Qing Ling knew that it would be their last resort. If they did activate it, they would be fighting to their death.0

Like a gray-green phantom, War Tiger charged at his father. Mark’s body suddenly split with countless thin cracks, from which brown energy of different sharp shapes protruded,...0