Hearing Yinshan's words, Sun Wukong nearly stumbled and fell. Noticing the odd looks from everyone around, Yinshan resentfully glanced at Wu Ming and said, "It's all because of him that I can't fuse with any mountain other than Blood Mist Mountain anymore. Because of this, my strength can only be exerted to thirty percent at most. Under these circumstances, I can only fight an opponent with Seven Patterns at best, and I'm not even sure that I can win!"
Wu Ming also slapped his forehead, obviously having completely forgotten about this before. Wukong asked, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Even if there was a way to move Blood Mist Mountain, we wouldn't have enough time now. Is there really no other way for you to fuse with other mountains?" Yinshan pointed out a real problem—only when fused with Blood Mist Mountain was he at his strongest. "It's not impossible, if I could find a mountain that's highly compatible with my Spiritual Power, I should be able to do it!"
