On the stage, Milo suddenly stopped attacking.
He retreated ten meters to the edge of the stage. His crimson pupils locked onto Xu Wuyi as a low growl rumbled from his throat.
The growl carried an ancient and imposing quality.
The next moment, the air behind Milo began to distort.
A massive Celestial Wolf Illusion slowly materialized.
The illusion was five meters tall and entirely silver-white, its fur like steel needles. Its four paws trod on ethereal blue flames, and its crimson pupils, like two blood moons, looked down upon the stage.
The moment the Celestial Wolf Illusion appeared, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire stage.
It was not a physical pressure, but a spiritual oppression.
It was as if an ancient beast had awakened from its slumber and was casting a cold glance across endless time and space.
Xu Wuyi's expression changed slightly.
He could feel his Mountain Peak Great Sun Realm starting to waver under this pressure.
