"Squeak squeak..."
The Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel struggled furiously in Sikong Jing's hands, making squeaking sounds of reluctance.
Although it was a demon beast at the Human Realm Peak, its combat power wasn't strong, its realm fully manifested in speed and cunning.
At this moment, Old Zhang and Ah Hu were completely dumbfounded.
It's fake, right?
What kind of joke is this? Did the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel really get caught that easily?
Of course, it wasn't that simple. Suddenly, the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel in Sikong Jing's hands let out a piercing scream. Its body, which was the size of an arm, suddenly shrank and darted away like a slippery eel.
In an instant, it turned into a snowy white meteor, vanishing over the boulder.
In the blink of an eye, the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel landed on a large tree dozens of meters away from the boulder and squeaked incessantly at Sikong Jing, its eyes filled with strong reluctance and fury.
