Noah relentlessly delivered punch after punch to the black dog. The formidable force of his fists stirred up whirlwinds on the snowy ground, creating a howling spectacle and reducing nearby trees and rocks to powder.

However, it did nothing. The black dog did not fight back. It just stood still like a sculpture as it watched Noah silently.

After some time had passed, the black dog finally lost its patience and growled, "Get lost!"

Noah was once again sent flying, losing consciousness this time.

The Watts were trembling in fear. They were not like Noah. They knew how formidable the black dog was.

"Zak, what's going on? How can this dog be so powerful?" Arturo asked.

Zak pondered for a moment and replied, "I don't know. It might be an ancient creature sealed somewhere here. There's no way we can be its match. The circumstances have taken a sudden turn for the worse. We should consider withdrawing."

Alejandro chimed in. "Zak is right. We should retreat. As the saying goes, it's