Late into the night, Huo Hai finished preparing the last batch of medicinal ingredients. He looked out the window and found that things had finally quieted down. That old Wine Insect was quite interesting—he had actually kept fooling around with them until now just for the sake of good wine.
Still, although these so-called fine wines tasted fairly good, they had ultimately been made by ordinary people. The materials were not of a high enough grade and contained very little spiritual energy. They smelled pleasant enough, but they were not much help in cultivating Wine Immortal Force.
That afternoon, Blood Rose had already told Huo Hai exactly what kind of Spirit Art Wine Immortal Force was. In truth, the Wine Immortal Sect had never intended to hide it. Perhaps that was related to their small numbers. The Wine Immortal Sect had an extremely difficult time taking in disciples; those with good aptitude were rare, and those with good aptitude were unwilling to join the Wine Immortal Sect.
Wine Immortal Force was not merely a Spirit Art. It was also a method of exerting force, and it could be used as a Battle Spirit Art. By borrowing the force of wine, one could unleash several times the destructive power of one's own spiritual power.
When fighting someone who cultivated Wine Immortal Force, the first thing to watch out for was their terrifying monstrous strength and powerful spiritual power. Huo Hai had never fought Old Wine Insect, but he had vaguely sensed a feeling of danger from him.
If the two of them fought, without using Spirit Insects, Huo Hai felt that although he could win, he would only be able to drag the battle out until the end by relying on his enormous reserves of spiritual power. Since they had never