By the time Xiao Ming found a secluded spot to rest within the thick jungle, his exhaustion from the relentless battle with Yu Jingtian had started to catch up with him.
He had stumbled upon a small cave he had roughly fashioned into a temporary hideout, one that offered just enough shelter to regain some composure.
The weight of the fight still lingered in his bones, but the threat had passed for the moment.
With a quiet sigh, he reached into the spatial region of the Moon Devourer Sword, pulling forth the speckled flame cub that had been safely tucked away for the time being.
As he placed the cub down, he immediately noticed something peculiar—its skin, usually flushed with fiery heat, was now flickering between warmth and cold.
The speckled fur of the cub pulsated softly in a rhythmic pulse, and when Xiao Ming reached out to touch it, a sharp, unexpected chill shot up his hand.
He recoiled for a moment, his brow furrowing as he observed the cub closely.
