At this moment, the Black Demon's attack was becoming increasingly fierce, about to land on him.
The inspiration in Qin An's mind was also continuously expanding, as though he had grasped something, yet it was hard to articulate.
It was just a fleeting inspiration, impossible to unravel.
Qin An grit his teeth, then displayed his form, and with a ghost-like Body Technique, he swiftly retreated.
The fist followed him like a shadow; although he continued to retreat, the Black Demon's attack clung to him relentlessly, even getting faster.
Qin An knew that his retreat could only buy him time, but it couldn't solve the crisis.
Seeing Qin An evading with such a Body Technique, the Black Demon sneered and said, "Your Body Technique is indeed brilliant, even I am surprised, but just with your Body Technique, you can't dodge my attack."
