However, what was strange was that as the flames intensified, the cauldron did not undergo any change at all. Even Little Red was a little tired. It continuously spat out the purest flames, resulting in its own spiritual power decreasing. This caused the flames later on to not be as hot as before.
Even its originally flowing and colorful feathers appeared much dimmer. It spat out a ring of smoke. The small flames fluttered and fell into the cauldron. They were swaying on the verge of collapse before slowly dissipating.
Looking at the situation, Lin Bai estimated that even if he squeezed Little Red dry, the cauldron would not change at all. "Could it be that I was wrong and fire attacks are not enough?"
He fell into deep thought. Then, he waved at Little Red, indicating for it to rest for a moment. "Since fire attacks are not enough, then let's test water."
"Roar!"