"What about the Old Bull?" The Seven-faced Demon General asked.
"If this flame continues burning, I'm afraid the Old Bull won't hold on and will be obliterated into ashes."
"Kill," Xu Zimei did not retreat, his words concise and determined.
"No matter how strong this flame is, don't forget, we're in the North Sea.
Break open that door, bring the North Sea's waters in. I refuse to believe it can evaporate an entire sea."
Bai Meng and the Seven-faced Demon General nodded slightly.
It was indeed a feasible plan—water counteracts fire, and the boundless North Sea is unimaginably vast.
"I'll go open the door, you two hold it off," Bai Meng declared.
When they entered, the massive door had only been cracked open, now obstructed by flames, preventing the seawater from pouring in.
Bai Meng stepped forward, his hands brimming with Demonic Qi, gripping the door panels firmly, trying to push them apart.
