"Gloves? That's it."
At that moment, Ye Lin's body became an afterimage as he charged forward.
He saw it—the people before him all wore identical gloves. These gloves must be what isolated the chains.
Ye Lin floated into the air and reached across the distance, directly seizing the gold-armored soldier and lifting him into the sky.
"Divine Gold, protect me."
The silver-armored soldier showed not the slightest fear. He pulled a golden stone from his robes, and in the next moment, the gold-armored soldier fell from the sky and crashed to the ground.
"What's going on?"
Immortal power surged over Ye Lin's right hand, and he slammed his palm toward the ground.
A massive palm print manifested. Before it could even descend, the faint pressure it gave off alone forced the gold- and silver-armored soldiers to kneel. A huge handprint was gouged into the ground, over a meter deep.
"Divine Gold, protect me."
The gold-armored soldier from before took out the golden stone again. A flash of light gleamed from it, and Ye Lin's palm print instantly shattered.
"Chains, stones... what the hell are these things?"
Ye Lin landed on the ground, his brows tightly furrowed. Even his methods had proved useless.
"Hmph. Brothers, form the formation and kill him."
The gold-armored soldier in the distance snorted, a smile flashing across his face. He hung the golden stone around his chest, then took out another piece of black cloth and wrapped the Mysterious Yellow All-Things Bell inside it.
Only after doing all this did he call for the others to raise their Soul-Suppressing Locks and surround Ye Lin.
The entire process flowed as smoothly as clouds and running water, as though they had done it countless times before.
Ye Lin could only keep retreating, but the more he retreated, the