The entire Arena seemed to have been muted. Every Wolf Clan spectator froze, and not a sound could be heard.
Only the sound of the Sun-Devouring Demon Wolf eating materials remained.
"What the hell is that bastard Goodwhite doing?!"
"What an idiot! Did he just throw his life away?"
"They should've let me fight instead!"
After a brief silence, the spectators began arguing indignantly.
To them, the Shadow Moon Wolf Goodwhite had simply rolled at full speed to the Sun-Devouring Demon Wolf's feet and handed his life to his opponent.
If the Wolf Clan had already invented "match-fixing," someone would surely have suspected it.
The Wolf Clan legion commander overseeing the fights could barely stand to watch. He appreciated fierce, passionate combat and hated this sort of "idiotic" fight.
He waved angrily. "This match doesn't count! Next! Get in there!"
The brief spark of joy Morian had felt sank straight back into despair.
He had thought they could leave after winning one match... but now, the legion commander clearly had it out for Belial. He was even changing the rules just to get him killed here!
Another Shadow Moon Wolf entered the Arena, wearing the same smile as Goodwhite, as though an easy prize had fallen into his lap.
By now, the Sun-Devouring Demon Wolf had eaten half the Arena's inner wall. Apparently growing tired of it, he turned and sniffed Goodwhite's corpse, then turned away in disgust.
"Die!"
The newly arrived Shadow Moon Wolf saw that the Sun-Devouring Demon Wolf would not even spare him a proper glance and attacked in fury!
Yet the instant his killing intent flared...
A dark shadow suddenly appeared on the Arena floor, rapidly growing larger!
He and every wolf watching looked up...
Half a meteor had come hurtling down from the sky without