No need to fight head-on; the masked man was already airborne, unable to rely on any external forces, making it difficult for him to maneuver and evade.
For Li Hongjiu, who carried a faint smile, the moment he forced the masked man into the air, the battle was as good as won.
Within the tornado, the two battled—as the masked man was helplessly carried by the whirlwind, Li Hongjiu freely manipulated the wind with ease, circling at will—fast if he chose, slow if he desired.
Controlling his speed effortlessly, Li Hongjiu quickly closed in on Shi Chun, sending another sword flying from his hand; he wanted to see how the masked man could clumsily evade while caught in the wind.
If he couldn't dodge, the force of this wind-aided attack was something Li Hongjiu believed no one below the Human Immortal Realm could endure; if it didn't cripple, it would surely cause severe injury.
