"No, it's already at the limit."
"The True Qi is too heavily suppressed, and with every impact, I can't fully stabilize my form."
Unaware of how much time had passed, Sikong Jing muttered to himself, then suddenly shouted, "Beast Skill, Cloud Gathering Palm!"
A violent palm wind surged from his hand toward one of the illusions, allowing him to step back and break through, which meant his Cloud Gathering Palm had slightly defeated the Silver Moon Illusion.
It was because of this that Sikong Jing managed to slip through the gap and land on the ground.
At this moment, the eight Silver Moon Illusions didn't give him any chance and pounced on him. This time, Sikong Jing didn't intend to merge with the Silver Moonlight anymore but rather let the eight illusions surround him.
The atmosphere froze at this moment, and everyone took a long breath, finally, the battle ended.
East Plain Sikong Jing, in the end, still lost.
