If Warrick had been at his peak, Axel might have been more cautious.

But with Tranqurin coursing through his vein, Warrick had barely a fraction of his usual strength left. His power was still fading, and Axel wasn't about to waste the opportunity. He had to capture Warrick while he had the chance.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

As the enforcers closed in, Warrick let out a furious roar and slammed his massive fist into the floor.

With a loud explosion, the earth shook violently. The ground within dozens of yards cracked and caved in, splitting apart like a spiderweb. A powerful shockwave tore through the air, sending dirt flying and walls shattering. The entire meeting room collapsed into ruins.

The elite enforcers, caught in the blast, were flung backward like ragdolls. They crashed to the ground, disoriented and battered. Even Axel was thrown back more than ten yards.

Warrick panted heavily, his face pale and drenched in sweat. Forcing his internal energy into action had only