But even in her shocked state, Akane's power was absolute.
Her bloodline pressure erupted like a tidal wave of pure spiritual force, slamming into the charging fox spirits with crushing authority. One by one, they collapsed to the ground, their bodies unable to resist the overwhelming dominance of her royal bloodline despite their compelled rage.
"Stop..." she commanded, and they froze mid-charge, trembling with the conflict between Tianlong's beast control and her superior bloodline authority.
Yet even as she effortlessly subdued her own tribe members, her eyes never left Tianlong's form. The naked man stood there like a wounded prince—golden blood streaming down his perfect physique, his breathing labored, one hand pressed against the spear wound in his abdomen.
'I am reaching my limit,' Tianlong thought, allowing his legs to wobble convincingly. 'Come on, come on, work.'
