Everyone watched Black Phoenix disappear into the fog above the swamps and prayed for him.
The tigers became quiet, but their expressions were extremely serious. They stared at White Tiger as it vanished into the distance, their sense of danger not dissipating at all.
"What kind of tiger is that?" Theodore said as he sensed the heavy unease from Black Styx Tiger.
"A half-blooded White Tiger." Mike didn't dare call it Pure White Tiger. No one would believe him anyway.
"Where did you find it?" Even Theodore was envious of Mike. He knew that this spirit demon belonging to Mike was very special. He had also thought about finding his own White Tiger. Unfortunately, Pure White Tigers had been extinct for millennia. The remaining White Tigers that had survived to the present day wer
