"The demon beast of the Golden Body Realm is still invisible."
Sikong Jing's whole body felt a lingering chill. The cold glimmer was too bizarre; he could only judge that the opponent's size was very small yet undoubtedly terrifying.
Just as Sikong Jing remained highly vigilant, whoosh, the black shadow reappeared.
But this time, it wasn't coming toward Sikong Jing; instead, it bizarrely rushed at the rocky ground behind the waterfall.
At that moment, under Sikong Jing's gaze, a touch of demonic light finally became visible...
Sikong Jing didn't understand why it suddenly stopped attacking him and shifted toward the ground, but he couldn't stand idle. Who knows what this bizarre demon beast intended to do.
As a result, Sikong Jing wielded his Spirit Sword and slashed toward the ground as well.
Boom...
The sword light accurately cut off the demonic light's path, followed by the demonic light retreating and emitting a sharp screeching sound of "squeak, squeak."
