"That immortal at your side definitely has enough magical power."
Yang Yong froze for a moment, then realized she meant Mang Dabiao.
He immediately raised his voice and roared toward the off-road vehicle.
"Mang Dabiao!"
The next second.
Mang Dabiao's serpentine body shot out of the vehicle, scales scraping against the ground with an ear-piercing sound, and slithered swiftly to Yang Yong's side, panting.
"Boss, you called?"
Yang Yong pointed at Hu Xian'er.
"She needs you for something. You can help save Old Cao."
Mang Dabiao immediately drew closer. After hearing Hu Xian'er explain what needed to be done, his face fell, his expression filled with difficulty.
"Fairy, it's not that I won't help. I have the cultivation realm, but I can't use my actual strength. Most of my immortal power is still sealed. I can't sustain the Magic Array!"
Yang Yong waved a hand and tossed him the Two-Yang God-Sealing Banner.
"Take this."
Wild delight instantly burst into Mang Dabiao's eyes. He coiled around the God-Sealing Banner, his serpentine body trembling with excitement.
"With this, I'm confident I can sustain it!"
"I can also use it as a medium to purify the immortal power inside me and strip away the tainted energy left by the Red Moon!"
Everything was ready.
Everyone uninvolved withdrew beyond the Magic Array's range, leaving only three inside the tent.
Hu Xian'er, possessing Huang Xiaojuan.
Mang Dabiao, holding up the Two-Yang God-Sealing Banner.
And Zhang Bihuang, serving as the central guide.
Hu Xian'er controlled the Formation Eye, Mang Dabiao supplied the energy, and Zhang Bihuang released holy light to show the way.
The three went over the incantations three times, confirming there were no mistakes.
Hu Xian'er looked at the other two, her voice cool and clear.
"Are you both ready?"
Zhang Bihuang nodded. "Ready."