Before long, half a cup of tea had passed...
At that moment, the raging Samadhi Divine Wind howled beside their ears, carrying terrifying sand and gravel as sharp as blades. As the sand whirled around them, everything they could see was shrouded in yellow haze. There was no sky, no ground, and soon they could barely tell east from west, let alone front from back.
Right on cue, the sinister voice of the yellow-furred weasel spirit began to ring out through the howling wind, taunting him to surrender with a cold laugh:
"Little monkey, can you smell the rusty tang of blood in my divine wind?"
"That's right!"
"That's the smell of your own blood!"
"Think carefully. If you don't surrender, you'll soon bleed to death!"
"Stop struggling!"
"Hmph!"
"Back then, even Bimawen's indestructible body was carved with hundreds of gashes by my divine wind. It even blew golden blood from the corners of his Fiery Golden Eyes. What good will it do for a little monkey like you to put up a fight?"
"Even if Tathagata himself came today, he couldn't save a wild monkey like you, who knows where you sprang from!"
"You'd be better off submitting to me now."
"Perhaps I could make you a mountain-patrolling marshal?"
"Heh heh heh..."
After speaking, the Great Sage Yellow Wind—the yellow-furred weasel spirit—couldn't help laughing sinisterly again, without waiting for "little monkey" Tibbers to respond.
Fortunately, whether the other side was running low on magic power or starting the Samadhi Divine Wind formation had taken too much out of him, he wasn't sending out an endless stream of yellow-sand clones to harass and attack anymore. At least that gave Tibbers a chance to catch his breath and focus on finding his opponent.
"..."
But after trying to search for a