No matter whether they were from that sect, the Black Mountain Sect, or other independent cultivators, they did not think there was anything unusual or strange about the wolf howling. At this moment, their attention was on the battle between the Mountain Demon Ancestor and the Silver Wolf, wanting to see how the man and the beast would win.
However, no matter whether it was the Mountain Demon Ancestor or the silver wolf, their movements were extremely fast, especially when they started fighting. The speed was so fast that they could only see their shadows passing by. Two figures, one black and one white, were fighting on the ground. The powerful airflow and pressure spread out from between the two people like water ripples and spread to the surroundings.
Mu Chen and Mu Yue, who were standing at the back, did not feel much pressure or discomfort due to the presence of ancient mythical beasts in their bodies. However, their little faces were a little painful from the airflow.
Mu Chen turned around and held his sister in his arms, using his small body to shield her from the air currents to prevent her from getting scratched. However, as he used his body to protect his sister, the air currents scratched several tiny wounds on the back of his hands and his uncovered face, oozing a trace of blood.
“Damn it!”
Seeing his younger brother and sister in danger, and even seeing blood, Haoer was furious, and his cold little face was also filled with rage, but at this moment he was tied up by the rope, and the more he struggled, the tighter it became.
Yue'er raised her head in his arms and was pressed back, but that glance still allowed her to see that her twin brother was injured and bleeding!
"Brother, you are bleeding!"
She glared angrily like an enraged little beast, and her childish voice suddenly rose.
Mu Chen pursed his lips and did not respond. He just hugged her and pressed her head against his small chest again to prevent her from moving.
Perhaps the Silver Wolf heard Yue'er's words, and turned around to look, and saw a few scratches on Mu Chen's crescent-white robe, with a few strands of blood seeping out. The bright red blood looked particularly glaring on the crescent-white robe, causing the anger in its heart to boil.
It grinned, showing its teeth, and pounced forward, biting the mountain demon's arm.
“Hiss! Ah!”
A shrill voice rang out sharply, with a bit of trembling and fear in the voice. The Mountain Demon Patriarch couldn't struggle free, and immediately struck the Silver Wolf's body with a palm. However, because of this, the Silver Wolf, which was originally tearing his arm, bit hard and tore his arm off, and therefore his body could not avoid the palm.
“Ancestor!”
Everyone exclaimed, their eyes filled with fear. Their voices trembled slightly and they stepped back, staring in disbelief at their ancestor's bitten-off arm. The bloody wound and the arm held in the silver wolf's mouth all made their faces pale.
The old mountain demon covered his torn wound, and blood oozed out from his old palm, quickly dyeing his already pale palm red. The unstoppable blood gushed out, dripping along his palm to the ground and seeping into the ground.
He staggered back a few steps, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He stared at the silver wolf with sinister eyes filled with cruelty and hatred, murderous intent surging in his eyes.