Huo Hai focused, his blood beginning to boil. Huo Hai knew that with his current strength, it was simply too difficult to find an opponent. Either they were Spirit Emperors, whom he could not handle, or they were in the Spirit King Realm, where few could stand against him.
Huo Hai simply did not use any other methods and charged forward. Relying solely on the longsword in his hand, he continuously attacked his opponent. Streams of Sword Qi shot toward the man under Huo Hai's exquisite swordsmanship. A layer of mist swirled around the black-clad man, forming a powerful vortex that dissolved every strand of Huo Hai's Sword Qi.
The longer Huo Hai fought, the more excited he became. Although he had yet to use his full strength, even if he did, killing his opponent would likely not be easy. Huo Hai was already certain that his opponent was a Peak Spirit King.
Only a Peak Spirit King could wield such strength. If he were merely a Ninth-Level Spirit King, he would have been unable to endure Huo Hai's attacks long ago, much less a Mist Attribute expert, whose one-on-one combat strength was comparatively weaker.
The power in Huo Hai's hands increased again and again. Facing the mist spheres his opponent launched, Huo Hai casually shattered them, while streams of Sword Qi continued flying at him. In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for several minutes. Huo Hai could do nothing to his opponent, and likewise, his opponent could do nothing to Huo Hai.
The Mist Attribute's defenses had not the slightest flaw. Even when Huo Hai used his six-sword technique at full power, he could only shatter the mist defense surrounding his opponent. By the time his next attack arrived, the other man's mist had already