The Bull Demon King spat out the Plantain Fan from his mouth, and in an instant, it expanded in his hand. With a forceful wave, a great wind immediately blew violently towards Flame Mountain.
The raging flames were suppressed by the strong wind, and the shooting sparks were lowered by half. However, it seemed as if the wind enraged the flames; after the gale, the previously subdued sparks rose up once more, with even more ferocity than before.
"Why have these flames become so strong, that even a small path can't be blown open!" the Bull Demon King murmured to himself.
Not long ago, he had been able to carve a path through the sea of flames with the Plantain Fan, but now, he could only slightly suppress the fire.
Meanwhile, Lu Yu, who was meditating with his eyes closed at the peak of the mountain, keenly sensed the changes in the flames. He opened his tightly shut eyes and looked down the mountain in surprise, feeling as though he had just perceived a shift in the airflow.
