Void Cultivation - Chapter 18- Deathly saint

... sounds of battle seemed to fade into a low hum. Time itself appeared to slow down, allowing him to register every minute movement of the wolves. Their teeth, their claws, the subtle shifts in their weight as they prepared to attack—all of it was processed in an instant. His body moved, a sudden blur of motion. He twisted, the razor-sharp teeth of a black steel wolf snapping shut on empty air as it leaped over his head. His borrowed dagger was a silver streak, sinking into the soft underbelly of ...