As he listened to the screams ringing out within the mist, Gou Sha said nothing, but inwardly he was deeply frustrated. He would have to bear some responsibility for all these deaths. He could not help cursing them silently. These people were utterly useless.
After another scream, Huo Hai suddenly laughed. "Gou Sha, was it? Your men are all dead now. I wonder how much longer you can hold out." The last of the men Gou Sha had brought had just died.
Huo Hai stopped Little Gold and Little Cloud from attacking the remaining three. His target now was Gou Sha. After serving as his sparring partner for so long, Gou Sha had helped him considerably improve both his spiritual power and his combat strength. By now, however, Gou Sha had outlived his usefulness. Little Cloud and Little Gold also began stealthily closing in around him.
Gou Sha snorted coldly. "Once I kill you, the rest will be nothing to worry about." His heart brimmed with murderous intent toward Huo Hai. Who could have imagined that a mere Third-Level Spirit King could fight him, a fifth-level spirit king, for so long?
Judging by the extraordinary depth of his opponent's spiritual power, he was nothing like an ordinary Third-Level Spirit King. If the battle continued, there was truly no telling who would bring down the deer in the end. Gou Sha felt a twinge of regret. Why had he not learned some battle spirit arts with greater offensive power?
Back then, he had believed that a single sword technique and one defensive battle spirit art would suffice. Only now did he realize that his battle spirit arts lacked explosive power. Against an opponent with formidable defenses, he could only grind away in a battle of attrition. This weakness had never shown