Zhuang Xiaolin had actually been thinking about this for a while.
Since War Shadow's abilities were tied to the user's limits, he knew exactly how weak he had been at the time.
He had originally thought that summoning the Death Fleet—or rather, creating them to destroy one or two districts of Lungmen—had already been an exceptional performance. But the current situation forced Zhuang Xiaolin to consider another possibility.
What he had brought forth through War Shadow were not so-called imaginary creatures. Those Tal'darim from the Koprulu Sector were real Tal'darim.
However, because he had summoned them, the Tal'darim's strength had indeed been weakened, resulting in the current situation.
"Do you know what's going on?"
During a break in gathering energy, Zhuang Xiaolin tossed the question to the system customer service.
"This may be related to the Tal'darim Power within you. It's a matter of underlying logic. Perhaps it has something to do with the branch you will eventually awaken."
The system customer service's answer was simple and clear.
Zhuang Xiaolin also realized that the Tal'darim Power within him did seem to originate from that bloodthirsty race.
The scarlet wings, set against the black trench coat, made him look somewhat like a reaper.
Flames spewed from Death's Revolver's muzzle—dark crimson flames.
Wave after wave of ripples surged toward Zhuang Xiaolin from all around, like splashes rising across the surface of water.
After gathering energy for a while, the pair of wings behind Zhuang Xiaolin spread wide, and scarlet feathers rained down from the sky.
At the same time, Patriot adjusted his stance. He paused slightly, hooked the somewhat dented shield at his side, and gripped the halberd tightly with both hands.
His eyes flickered, and a flash of scarlet light vanished in an instant. Destructive power flooded into the halberd in