The resonating echo of the silver wolf's howl, while undeniably potent, failed to divert the attention of the assembled observers. Whether they were members of the martial academy, adherents of the Black Mountain Gate, or simply itinerant cultivators, their collective focus remained fixed upon the unfolding confrontation. The contest between the venerable Old Mountain Demon and the majestic silver wolf held their undivided attention, the question of ultimate dominance hanging in the air.
Unfortunately, the sheer velocity of both combatants rendered the engagement a spectacle of rapid, near-indiscernible motion. The Old Mountain Demon and the silver wolf exchanged blows with such speed that their movements blurred into fleeting shadows. A palpable energy radiated from their point of contact, creating a turbulent atmosphere that rippled outward, affecting the surrounding environment.
