Chen Lin frowned.
He had not discerned the mystery behind the Purple Emperor's move either.
Although the runic inscription had affected him less, allowing him to see its structure clearly, he had failed to determine its function. It seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary inscription with a splash of color.
However.
The fact that his opponent's technique could affect him meant it possessed a high-dimensional trait. He could not afford to take it lightly.
Chen Lin did not move.
The four from Oddity Island beside him also watched silently, showing no intention of intervening.
But all four wore grave expressions.
They could sense how extraordinary the Purple Emperor's divine ability was and were imagining whether they could safely neutralize it if they had to face it themselves.
"Meow!"
The black cat on the Mist Lord's shoulder cried out again.
Its cry had a miraculous effect, rousing him from his stupor. He immediately activated the Red Jade Crown atop his head, releasing streaks of red light that enveloped his entire body.
But it was useless.
The red light radiated a powerful aura, yet it could do nothing to suppress the Purple Emperor's technique.
The Mist Lord's body grew increasingly purple and bright, even developing a metallic sheen.
Chen Lin glanced at the Purple Emperor.
His opponent was still floating in the distance with an indifferent expression.
He was not even looking at the Mist Lord, as though he did not consider him an opponent on his level.
This puzzled Chen Lin.
With such abilities, the Purple Emperor could have saved Li Yuanlei just now. Why had he not intervened?
While he was pondering this.
A childish voice appeared in his mind.
"Please save him. He's about to turn into a lump of gold. I'm still counting on him to