The clouds and mist dispersed.
They revealed the Emperor's body.
A white tiger.
But unlike ordinary white tigers, he bore innate divine markings, making him resemble a lofty deity whom none dared look in the eye.
One of the greatest races, the White Tiger Race!
An upper third tier true immortal, the White Tiger Emperor!
"That old bastard Jianmu has been quiet for a hundred thousand years, yet his abilities haven't weakened at all. With strength like that, even if I intervened, I couldn't be completely certain of matching him."
The White Tiger Emperor sighed inwardly.
As far as he could see, the Spirit Race had now mobilized all its experts.
Had so many of their experts not appeared now, he would never have known that the Spirit Race had amassed such terrifying reserves of strength.
Their number of experts.
The White Tiger Race simply could not compare.
"Even the greatest races differ in strength. The White Tiger Race's foundations are still somewhat lacking. If we could absorb the other tiger races, we would have nothing to fear from the Spirit Race!"
A thought surfaced in the White Tiger Emperor's mind.
The Spirit Race had many experts because its population was enormous.
By comparison, the White Tiger Race.
Its population was not even a tenth of the Spirit Race's. Not a single race in the world could rival the Spirit Race in sheer numbers.
Even the Human Race, which was also renowned for its vast population, had far fewer members than the Spirit Race.
With such an immense population as its foundation, the Spirit Race naturally produced more experts.
As for the White Tiger Race.
There were many tiger races in the world, and the White Tiger Race was one branch among them. Its population was smaller than the Spirit