Wei Han's move had already been seen through by Huo Hai. It was not a single force condensed together, but a composite of many forces gathered into one. In other words, his Sword Qi simply could not cancel it out.
If he used Sword Qi, the likely result would be that they pierced through one another. This thing clearly did not attack through penetration itself. It contained surging life force, and if that life force touched someone's body, it could easily absorb part of their vitality. Even a Spirit Venerable would die if too much life force was drained in a short time.
Fortunately, he had other methods. Otherwise, today would truly have been troublesome. With a thought from Huo Hai, a ball of Flame condensed in his hand—Astral Flame. It was precisely a power that countered the wood attribute.
Huo Hai rarely used it, so when Wei Han saw that silver-white Flame, he found it rather strange. According to the intelligence, wasn't Huo Hai supposed to be able to control Spirit Insects? Why had he suddenly begun using Flame?
Huo Hai did not care about that. The Flame rapidly took shape in his hand and, in the blink of an eye, turned into a large bird. The bird was incomparably lifelike. Had they not watched Huo Hai create it with their own eyes, many would likely have thought it was real.
The next moment, the great bird flew out and met that mass of emerald-green light head-on. After a burst of ear-piercing hissing, the green light was completely evaporated. The firebird still retained more than half its Flame, though its body had shrunk somewhat. This change made Wei Han's face burn; he could hardly save face.
"Boy, you actually managed to block a casual strike from me. You do