His body suddenly shifted into the form of a flying squirrel, and his speed increased.
In that instant, Sikong Jing seemed to become the ultimate evolved form of the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel—more flying squirrel than the flying squirrel itself.
Sikong Jing saw through the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel's next move.
His movements were one step ahead of it, and his successive lightning strikes all appeared along the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel's escape routes.
In an instant, the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel's rhythm was thrown into complete disarray.
"Squeak..."
Suddenly, a crazed shriek rang out through the forest. For the third time, the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel was caught in Sikong Jing's grasp. Its peak Human Realm demonic power tried to blast apart Sikong Jing's restraint, but it was useless.
The same held true: the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel was not strong in direct combat.
Now that Sikong Jing was more flying squirrel than the flying squirrel itself, he saw through every one of its movements. He grabbed it in advance, and the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel immediately breathed its last.
By the time Sikong Jing returned to the boulder, Old Zhang and A-Hu were too stunned to say a word.
The Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel had truly been captured and killed by Sikong Jing.
That strange demonic beast, which the Lord of Yun Province had once failed to obtain even after spending a full year on it, had been easily taken down by this young exiled criminal in merely a day and a half.
And he was only at the fourth level of the Dark Realm.
"Done. Gather the inner cores of the beast demons around here, along with anything worth taking. Then we'll head back," Sikong Jing said casually, as though he had done something utterly trivial.
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