Yan Zhou's heavy breaths filled the air, his muscles tensing as he lowered into a crouch. Blood dripped from his wounded arm, but his eyes burned with determination. His chi was drained and he was at his limit, he could tell that his next attack would be his last. If he failed here, everything would be over.
He clenched his fists, channeling all his remaining energy into his body. Baihu's ability, Ironhide activated at its peak, and his flesh hardened like tempered steel.
His white fur gleamed under the moonlight, turning metallic as his body reinforced itself beyond its natural limits. A faint hum resonated in the air as his power surged to its peak.
Then, with a deep, guttural roar, he launched himself forward.
"White Tiger's Divine Fang!" He screamed out.
His fangs lengthened, shimmering with lethal energy, and his entire form became a silver blur. He shot toward Liu with all his might, his reinforced body making him an unstoppable force.
