"Damn it! What are those two useless fools, Wei Qing and Liu Qing, doing? They had the Jade-Purity Vase—how did they still let the Purple-Gold Bell fall into the hands of this Human Race brat? Everyone from Mount Putuo is here. Where did those two fools go off to die?" A trace of anxiety flashed through Feng Xi's eyes as he cursed furiously inwardly.
Shen Luo did not make any more futile attempts. He urged the Purple-Gold Bell to maintain the enormous pillar of fire while conserving his Magic Power.
But the Purple-Gold Bell consumed far too much vital energy. Though he did his utmost to economize, the Magic Power in his body was still draining rapidly. Less than thirty percent remained, and he took out two recovery pills and swallowed them.
"Haha! I almost forgot. With your current cultivation, you simply cannot sustain the Purple-Gold Bell's consumption. Your Magic Power must be nearly depleted by now! Human Race brat, you dared interfere with my Demon Race's grand plan. Once I get out, I will tear you to pieces and imprison your Divine Soul within demon fire, torturing you for a hundred years!" Feng Xi laughed when he saw Shen Luo's actions.
Shen Luo acted as if he had not heard Feng Xi's threat. He kept his Magic Power circulating as steadily as possible while refining the pills.
At the same time, he used a mental transmission to instruct the Ghost General to wake Nie Caizhu and have her cast a spell to restore his Magic Power.
The reason he had chosen to trap Feng Xi this way was precisely because Nie Caizhu could replenish his Magic Power in time.
"Fellow Daoist Nie! Master is in dire straits. Please cast a spell to restore some of his Magic Power," the