Liu Shuo's face twisted savagely as he stared at Huo Hai. "Good. Very good. Even at a time like this, you're still so stubborn. I'd like to see how long you can keep it up." Huo Hai's behavior had thoroughly enraged Liu Shuo.
If he had been one of their own, such behavior would have inspired admiration. But coming from an enemy, it only made Liu Shuo feel furious and miserable. By now, Liu Shuo's personality had become completely warped. Unless he chopped Huo Hai into eight pieces, he would never feel satisfied. He glanced around. Everyone he had stationed in ambush had already arrived, including those guarding the Spirit Formation.
Huo Hai had noticed the situation around him as well—or rather, he had been watching his surroundings all along. "What, all your men are here? Is this all? There really aren't enough for me to kill." Huo Hai sneered, cold light radiating from the long sword in his hand.
At the sight of Huo Hai like this, the people around him immediately became wary. Not one of them dared approach. Huo Hai's combat skills were simply too terrifying. Moreover, his stamina was abnormally abundant. Over such a long period, with the insects' help, he had actually killed more than a hundred people. And this was without any spiritual power to support him—how could they not be shocked?
If spiritual power could be used, they even suspected that Huo Hai would not need his insects to attack at all. With one man and one sword, he could slaughter everyone here. Was he really an Insect Spirit Master? Such a display sent chills down their spines.
Huo Hai flicked his long sword, and the nearby guards actually took a neat step back. Their reaction filled them with shame. Liu Shuo's expression