That did not mean countless White Tigers had been cloned... Cloning technology could not reproduce a creation like the White Tiger.
It was simply that its sheer size stretched beyond the reach of sight, in stark contrast to the little cat Chu Ge was used to seeing every day.
As the Four Extremes of a realm, how they behaved before Chu Ge was nothing like what they truly should have been. The Black Tortoise's body could cover half the Arctic Ocean, and the White Tiger was naturally no less impressive.
Size itself symbolized power.
Chu Ge had no doubt that, if this fellow went berserk, it could overturn the continent.
Even now, merely breaking out of the ground, it had probably already brought disaster upon California and Nevada on either side of the mountain range.
Chu Ge felt no particular stir of emotion. Disasters like this were easier to deal with as long as they stayed outside his own country's borders.
He leaped and darted backward, avoiding the ground heaved up by the emerging White Tiger. Turning his head, he saw the people who had ambushed him screaming one after another, all crushed into pulp.
A total wipeout.
Unfortunately, these bones had not been summoned by the little cat to help him...
They paid no attention to the little cat at all... They were here to attack Chu Ge.
This was a skeleton under the enemy's control, without any self-awareness-perhaps some lingering hatred remained, but its target was still Chu Ge.
Each of the Four Symbols had been in a different situation. He had originally thought the Vermilion Bird would be the most troublesome. Fortunately, Qingyan had left a contingency: reincarnation and fusion had diluted the hatred, allowing them to quickly untangle the whole story and settle both Indonesia and