The bald man sighed and said with concern, "I didn't expect the Moulan people to be so careful. Although we killed the spell warriors, they didn't seem to have suffered any critical hit. We'll have to face them head-on. Brother Ma, you used the Heaven Concealment Flag to cover half of the mountain. Is your magic power holding up?"
The old man twirled his beard and nonchalantly said, "I deliberately preserved a portion of my magic power. It may not be enough to break through the enemy, but it should be enough to hold back a Moulan Sage."
The bald man solemnly said, "That's good. Let Fellow Daoist Han and I deal with the other enemies. Fellow Daoist Bu should have recovered a bit of his vitality. I've already instructed my subordinates to call out Brother Bu, who's still resting, if the situation is dire."
