Faced with the attacks from Chen Lin and the other two, the old man remained unhurried, continuing his original motions.
He swept, stroke after stroke.
Every attack vanished as soon as it entered the broom's sweeping range, as though it had entered Pure Space and could no longer maintain its energy form.
Even treasures fell straight to the ground.
"It's gotten a little dirty."
After sweeping for a while, the old man frowned slightly when he saw Chen Lin and the others still bombarding him.
Then he swept twice more, faster this time.
And swung hard in Chen Lin's direction.
Chen Lin immediately felt a chill over his body, as though something had suddenly vanished. It was like being stripped of his outer robe: there was no damage, yet he felt he had lost something indispensable.
He hastily examined himself.
And was immediately alarmed.
Although his body felt no different, it had become somewhat transparent. Yet he could still draw on every kind of energy normally and could find nothing wrong.
Chen Lin had never encountered this phenomenon before and could not determine its cause.
He immediately looked at Luo Qinglan and Grand Duke White Moonlight.
The alarm on his face deepened.
Their bodies were in an even worse state than his, already flickering in and out of sight.
They could disappear at any moment.
Chen Lin's expression grew grave.
He had a feeling that if they disappeared this way, they would truly be erased from the world entirely. Not only would they have no chance of entering Samsara, even the traces of their existence would be lost.
The old man's broom seemed capable of erasing everything about its target, much like a Life Treasure Chest.
He dared not hold anything back.
Chen Lin took out his remaining variegated crystal