"Master Mu, hurry up and hit them on the west!"

Master Guo lies prostrate on dunes. His mouth is full of sand. There are some foreigners in robes. Every time they wave the sticks in their hands, a fireball or an ice bomb falls. They don't seem to belong to the Vatican. “Where the hell are we?”, Master Guo thinks.

Master Mu has already made the gesture of spells with his right hand, "Don't rush. Wait for a while."

Their enemies are ...