"I still can't make out a Golden Body Realm demon beast."
A chill ran continuously through Sikong Jing's entire body. That cold glint was far too bizarre. He could only tell that it was small, but it was undoubtedly terrifying.
Just as Sikong Jing remained on high alert, a black shadow flashed into view again.
But this time, it was not coming for Sikong Jing. Instead, it strangely struck toward the rocky ground behind the waterfall.
At that moment, beneath Sikong Jing's focused gaze, he finally caught a glimpse of a demonic gleam...
Sikong Jing had no idea why it had suddenly stopped attacking him and darted toward the ground instead, but he absolutely could not sit and wait for death. Who knew what that bizarre demon beast was planning?
Thus, the spirit sword in Sikong Jing's hand slashed out with a roar, likewise aimed at the ground.
Boom...
The sword light cut off the demonic gleam's path with perfect accuracy. The gleam flashed backward, letting out sharp, squeaking cries.
Yet in an instant, the pitch-black demonic gleam vanished once more.
All around him, only the crashing roar of the waterfall's rushing waters remained. But Sikong Jing still felt every hair on his body standing on end. His opponent had not gone far—it was still lurking nearby, ready to ambush him.
"If I didn't see wrong, it was a rat- or rabbit-shaped demon beast."
"This aura is..."
Sikong Jing did not seek help from the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison. Instead, he carefully sensed the lingering demonic aura, judging it through the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' absolute suppression over demon beasts...
"A ferocious beast—the Shadow Moon Rat!"
After a long while, Sikong Jing spoke hoarsely, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He had finally identified it. The exceedingly obscure demonic