Wukong had only taken one step back when he felt a fierce gust rush at him from behind.
The demon had steadied himself, shaken his spear, and pressed the attack again, its tip aimed straight at Wukong's back.
Wukong dodged sideways and swept his cudgel backhanded across.
The demon leaped back a step, evading the cudgel, then thrust his spear straight forward again.
The demon's sole aim was to hold Wukong up. He fought as he retreated, constantly shifting position.
Wukong had wanted to turn back and save his master, but this tenacious little demon clung to him like a burr, drawing him farther and farther away.
Over there, the flames were growing fiercer, and his junior brothers were locked in a bitter struggle.
His anxiety set his fury blazing thirty feet high. Gritting his teeth, he brought the Golden Cudgel down in blows heavier than the last, pounding like a tempest and forcing the little demon back step by step.
Just as the demon seemed about to buckle, he suddenly feinted with his spear and twisted his body at an uncanny angle, narrowly avoiding a blow to the head.
Rather than retreat, he stepped forward, abruptly closing in on Wukong.
He clenched his fist and quickly struck his own nose twice.
"Pff-"
A jet of flame burst from his mouth, engulfing Wukong's head and face.
Wind churned the smoke, smoke wrapped the flames, and together they surged into his face.
The Wukong of old would certainly have fallen prey to this.
His body was indestructible as the Vajra. He feared no raging fire, only thick smoke.
Back during his Havoc in Heaven, Taishang Laojun had thrown him into the Eight Trigrams Furnace to be refined. Fortunately, he had sheltered in the Xun Position and escaped being burned, but the