Looking around again, one would notice that the symbol of a "scale" appeared countless times throughout this golden hall. A single glance revealed it almost everywhere.
"Do these scales symbolize the Golden Kingdom, or alchemists?" Dark could not help falling into thought.
But at that moment, two figures suddenly appeared beside him, entered the golden hall, and continued walking forward step by step.
Dark abruptly looked up, startled.
The figures on the left and right were Malt and Ali Baba. Their behavior was clearly abnormal; one look was enough to tell that they were under some form of mental control.
Yet the flower of "Shaymin" was still giving off the floral fragrance of "Aromatic Healing." In theory, ordinary abnormal conditions should have been dispelled as soon as they emerged.
Unless the abnormal condition exceeded Aromatic Healing's purification capabilities—or it was not an "abnormal condition" at all.
Those thoughts flashed rapidly through Dark's mind. Then he raised a hand and slapped it down, saying, "DemiDevimon, Demon Hypnosis."
Whatever had happened to Malt and Ali Baba, he would hit them with a hypnosis wave first.
DemiDevimon took off at once, swiftly circled around to stand before Malt and Ali Baba, and opened its mouth to fire a hypnosis wave.
Their eyes, stretched wide to the limit, slowly closed under the hypnosis. Then they stopped walking and toppled over stiffly.
DemiDevimon hurriedly caught Malt, then watched helplessly as Ali Baba fell to the floor.
"Bang!"
It sounded painful.
Dark opened his mouth and glanced at Emma with slight concern, only to discover that Emma, too, seemed to have been affected by something unpleasant. However, her mental strength was powerful enough that she barely managed to resist the invasion of a certain will.
"What happened?" Dark asked.
Emma held her forehead, her expression somewhat