Zhao Deyi did not know these things, and he still thought his strategy had worked. Holding the Banana Fan, he kept waving it frantically toward Qi Tian's direction, fan after fan, with no intention of stopping.
Qi Tian let Zhao Deyi wave the Banana Fan, standing firm like a boulder amidst violent wind and waves, refusing to yield even an inch.
Zhao Deyi had waved dozens of times, and upon realizing that he could not do anything to Qi Tian, his face turned very ugly. Waving the Banana Fan was not something that could be done casually; in fact, every wave required a significant cost, consuming his internal magic power with each motion. After dozens of continuous waves, he had depleted at least half of his magic power, yet besides dispersing the dense fog around Qi Tian, it seemed to have no other effect.
