Pei Yangrong's Transformation

Pei Yangrong, Lei Jiaojiao, Chen Yuntian, and the others were all giving it everything they had.

Even geniuses like Lei Yun, Zhu Jingsheng, and Tang Bingyan traveled as fast as they could. Everyone wanted to be the first to reach the center of Clearheart Island.

Several days later, Qin Hao raced through the Dense Forest, a bloodstained Long Sword in his hand.

He had slain more Monsters than he could count over the past few days. He had killed so many that a trace of Killing Intent had even appeared about him.

But the unrelenting battles had also sent his combat ability soaring.

His Sword-Sweeping Slash, in particular, had improved the most!

"At this rate, Sword-Sweeping Slash will reach minor mastery in a few days at most. And the power of any casual strike I make now already rivals the third move of Firmament Phantom Sword."

Of course, that was without Sword Force. Even so, his progress had been astonishingly swift.

Qin Hao was quite pleased.

As for Nine Swords of the Azure Lotus, that was his trump card. He would not use it unless he had no other choice.

As he walked, Qin Hao suddenly stopped.

"Hiss... What a vast stretch of white mist. Is this the Illusion Array?"

A vast expanse of white mist lay before him.

The mist covered several kilometers around the center of Clearheart Island.

He could not see through it with the naked eye. He could only make out the faint outline of a mountain peak towering into the clouds at its center, and Monsters that stirred the mist from time to time.

Qin Hao sensed the surroundings and was stunned. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy here is several times denser than outside. Could that be because of the mist too?

Once again,