Time passed, and before he knew it, night had fallen again. Sikong Jing's movements grew ever stranger, but damn it, there was not even half a cloud in the sky tonight. He barely had any time to catch his breath and could only keep dealing with it.
Amid the struggle, Sikong Jing finally closed the Shadow Moon Rat's meridians in the dead of night.
That was to say, under immense pressure, Sikong Jing had finally managed to gain a rough understanding of one method by which the Shadow Moon Rat circulated its demonic power.
The instant the Shadow Moon meridians closed, Sikong Jing shouted in a low voice, "Beast Skill, Shadow Moon!"
Whoosh...
His entire body seemed to melt into the moonlight. Like a phantom, Sikong Jing vanished into the forest.
The next instant, he shot forward at high speed.
Naturally, the Shadow Moon Rat continued its pursuit. In its eyes, Sikong Jing had not disappeared at all—he remained perfectly clear. Only his speed had increased, and his movements had become strange.
But the Ba Tian experts trailing Sikong Jing from behind were dumbfounded. They stopped in confusion.
"Where did that one-armed brat go?"
The two looked at each other. One of them said, "I think I can still sense his aura, but it's so faint, so faint."
The other said, "Don't tell me he got swallowed by a ghost?"
They shuddered violently, swallowed hard, and began searching all around. Yet they could not find even half a shadow of him. In the end, even that last trace of Sikong Jing's aura vanished.
The two stared at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment, their hair standing on end.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing darted into a sea of flowers, above which countless fireflies danced through the sky.
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