Lion Camel Ridge.
Wang Ming stood atop a mountain peak full of broken walls and ruined ramparts, dyed red with blood.
The environment he currently found himself in was not very pleasant at all. Blazing red fires raged in all directions, and the searing high temperature almost set Wang Ming's robes ablaze directly, which would have given him a live performance of performance art if not for his quick reaction in promptly using magic power to coat his black court robe.
The glare of the fire was accompanied by massive amounts of thick smoke. That smoke was not from a cooking stove, nor was it from grass and trees; instead, the smoke possessed five colors: cyan, red, white, black, and yellow.
It was the smoke of the Five Elements.
The thick smoke surrounded Wang Ming, and it was so acrid that he could not even open his eyes.
The choking, thick smoke was also accompanied by a burnt smell of roasting meat wafting into his nasal cavity, giving Wang Ming a nauseating urge to vomit. This roasted meat came from a large group of demons that had failed to run away in time, along with the human meat they had not yet finished processing.
Are they treating me like cured meat, giving me a smoke-cured treatment?
Rustling sounds echoed by his ears; that was the sand-filled sky sweeping in toward this place.
Sun Wukong's situation in the distance was much the same, and he was choked quite badly by the thick smoke.
Sun Wukong was not particularly afraid of flames; he was primarily made somewhat dizzy and muddled in the brain by the smoke.
Back when he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace and failed, Sun Wukong was thrown into Lord Lao's Eight Trigrams Furnace. Although he was not burned