With the shriek, Chen Chuan saw the signs of fading on his Second Self surge once again. In that instant, he could barely see anything but its faint, ethereal silhouette.
The duration of their overlap was being rapidly diminished.
Meanwhile, everything around them—the concrete bricks and shards of glass—was trembling incessantly. He could also see the surrounding Esoteric Ritual patterns gradually fading. The ritual was fighting back against the supernatural phenomenon.
Fortunately, he had anticipated the phenomenon's power and added a large quantity of Ritual Materials this time. Besides, he was standing right here, absorbing the brunt of the assault, so he wasn't worried about it escaping.
Ignoring the Raccoon Cat's screeches and the sound of tearing, he bent down and picked up the stone fragment that had been the back of the Raccoon Cat Stone Carving's neck. He had conveniently shattered it into a small, squarish block.
