Chapter 1849

Upon checking, Fahai finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out Sun Wukong was not dead, only heavily injured and unconscious.

At the same time, Fahai also frowned and thought carefully, "Could it really be that little demon who did it? The two, Golden Horn and Silver Horn, at Pingding Mountain, couldn't do anything to Sun Wukong with the Samadhi True Fire fanned out by the Banana Fan, yet this little demon could?"

Fahai didn't know that this Holy Infant King's Samadhi True Fire was far more violent than that of Golden Horn and Silver Horn, and it was also much easier to cast.

Silver Horn still needed to fan the Banana Fan to use Samadhi True Fire against Sun Wukong, while the Holy Infant King only needed to strike his own nose to breathe out scorching flames.

Fahai saw that all of Sun Wukong's hair was scorched, and even his tiger-skin skirt was burned to a tattered state.

The so-called 'rushing fire attacking the heart'—I suppose that is exactly what this is.

This Sun Wukong hadn't been burned to such a state even in Taishang Laojun's Eight-Trigram Furnace back then. Who would have thought he would stumble at the hands of this little demon?

"Water..."

Sun Wukong lay on the riverbank, his lips pale, and in his delirium, he struggled to say a word in a low voice.

Fahai immediately cupped a handful of water and put it into Sun Wukong's mouth.

However, after Sun Wukong swallowed that mouthful of water, he showed no signs of improvement and instead fell into a coma again.

Fahai's thick eyebrows furrowed. He felt he must treat Sun Wukong first; otherwise, he might truly lose his life.

Thus, he placed Sun Wukong in a sitting position and began to transmit true energy into his back.

As soon as he touched Sun Wukong's back, he secretly said, "So hot!"

White smoke slowly rose from Sun Wukong's back, and Fahai's spiritual sense penetrated through Sun Wukong's internal organs. The transmission of true energy also gave him a clearer perception of Sun Wukong's injuries.

"Aren't you a Spirit Stone body? You were refined in the Eight-Trigram Furnace for forty-nine days, and it couldn't do anything to you?"

"But why did this little demon's Samadhi True Fire almost cook your internal organs?"

Fahai said while frowning as he transmitted true energy.

What he didn't know was that the fire in the Eight-Trigram Furnace wasn't Samadhi True Fire either; it was Danyang Fire. Although Laojun's Banana Fan could unleash Samadhi True Fire, in reality, Samadhi True Fire wasn't used for alchemy.

What Fahai couldn't figure out was whether this little demon also had a Banana Fan, or if he had a weapon even more powerful than the Banana Fan?

On the other side, Tang Seng and his disciples had been waiting in the forest for two or three hours, but they still hadn't seen Fahai return.

Tang Seng frowned and said, "What is going on? Can't Master Fahai and Wukong both fly? Logically, they should have returned long ago."

"I can't figure it out either. They know we are waiting for them here; they shouldn't be delaying in place."

General Juan Lian scratched his forehead and then said.

"Hmph!" Marshal Tianpeng seemed to finally realize something at this moment. He swept his gaze over the few and said, "Earlier, Eldest Senior Brother said that there was a very heavy demonic aura in this forest, but Master didn't believe it at all."

"I suspect that both of them have already engaged with demons and have likely met with misfortune."