As the battle intensified, Li Hao made a decisive move, summoning his Frost Fang Wolf into the arena, the beast appearing in a burst of icy mist as it let out a low growl, its presence immediately amplifying the cold energy within the domain, drawing attention from both the audience and the elders above.
"A beast in a duel?" someone whispered.
But before the thought could settle, Zhao Kun responded.
With a heavy step, he released his own martial soul more fully, the massive shadow of the Xuanwu Turtle becoming clearer behind him, its aura pressing down like a mountain as it reinforced his already formidable defense.
The battlefield shifted once again.
Li Hao moved in perfect coordination with his wolf, their movements synchronized as if guided by a single will, attacking from multiple angles while maintaining pressure, forcing Zhao Kun to split his focus between defense and counterattack.
Claws and blades struck in rapid succession.
Frost and force collided repeatedly.
Yet Zhao Kun remained standing.
Unyielding.
The clash had reached a new level.