Chen Lin still could not move. The range he could see by shifting his eyes was tiny, leaving him unable to make out the old man's appearance.
All he could tell was that the man was thin, as thin as a skeleton.
He could not speak, either. His mouth could barely move, but no sound came out, so he could only keep waiting.
He did, however, see his own body. All his clothes were gone, along with Niuniu's Talisman and his Storage Bag.
He could not determine whether the Thunder God Sword was still inside him. He had lost his ability to perceive anything and could sense nothing at all.
Given his current circumstances, it had most likely been taken as well. If the other party could erase even his golden soul power, taking away a Natal Flying Sword was hardly impossible.
The old man remained lost in thought for a long time, as though rooted to the spot. The wait was unnerving.
Chen Lin knew that whatever came next would certainly not be good. He had been captured and brought here, then restrained in this fashion. No matter how he looked at it, there was no possibility of goodwill.
After some thought, he manifested his destiny lines in his mind again. This was the only means still available to him.
Although qi luck force could enhance his talent ability, it was not a requirement for using it. Thus, even during the bad luck backlash, he could still use it normally. Without the support of qi luck force, however, it was even weaker.
His main destiny line still refused to manifest. Chen Lin abandoned that approach outright and tested other possibilities instead.
Just then, the old man, who had been standing in a daze, suddenly spoke.
"It seems my opportunity