Time passed, and before he knew it, night fell again. Sikong Jing's figure became increasingly eerie, but there wasn't even a hint of clouds tonight. He barely had a moment to catch his breath, having to constantly fend off attacks.
Amidst the struggle, he finally managed to close the meridians of the Shadow Moon Rat in the early hours of the night.
Under immense pressure, Sikong Jing finally grasped a rough idea of the demonic power circulation method of the Shadow Moon Rat.
As the meridians of the Shadow Moon closed, Sikong Jing murmured, "Beast Skill, Shadow Moon!"
Swish...
His entire being seemed to merge with the moonlight, and Sikong Jing vanished like a phantom within the forest.
In the next instant, he sped off swiftly.
However, the Shadow Moon Rat continued its pursuit. In its eyes, Sikong Jing hadn't disappeared; he was still perfectly visible, just faster and with a more peculiar movement.
