Sikong Jing's Shadow Moon Demon Rat body had successfully taken human form.
A straight-backed figure appeared before Wan Sandao and the other two. He was completely naked, every line of muscle sharply defined. Yet perhaps because he was still half Magic Beast, streaks of pitch-black demonic patterns ran across his body.
Like tattoos, they were etched into his skin.
His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, dark and shadowy. Several black demonic patterns marked his face as well, while his eyes glowed faintly red, giving him an air of demonic, overbearing dominance, utterly devoid of a rat beast's temperament.
Within his gaze was even an iron-hard will.
"I merely took human form."
The Beast-Form Spirit Shadow spoke, casually taking out a garment and draping it over himself.
The Shadow Moon Demon Rat body had killed trial-takers in the Dark Demon Small World, so naturally it had seized the storage treasures of those it killed.
Clad in black, with only the few demonic patterns on his face exposed, he gave off an aura of mystery and coldness.
Wan Sandao and the other two abruptly came to their senses. One of them muttered, "Why do you look so much like... that Sikong Jing?"
With a smile, the Beast-Form Spirit Shadow thought to himself: I am Sikong Jing to begin with.
Yet on the surface, he merely replied...
"Since I've taken human form, I just picked an appearance I like. Don't you think Sikong Jing looks quite good?"
If Su Yuexi had been here, she might have reproached him coyly: Jing Gege, you're so full of yourself.
But Wan Sandao and the others knew none of this. They merely nodded casually. They had no mood to judge Sikong Jing's looks right now. Who knew what the battle outside was like?
What came