Decisive!

The purple mist shrank like crazy and a thick layer of purple gas formed around its edge. No matter how hard the disciples of the Da Lou Sword Sect tried, they couldn't break through the purple gas. The purple gas seemed to have corrosive properties, so they looked dispirited and irritated.

One of the Da Lou Sword Sect disciples even used Ling Tianhou's sword energy, but it had no effect. It was quickly absorbed by the purple gas.

Chen Long's expression changed greatly. He turned toward Wang Lin, who was backing off, and urgently shouted, "Brother Wang, right now we are facing a crisis. Can your friend help?!"

"Wang Lin, this old man originally didn't want to kill you so early, but since you ran head first into this matter, no one can save you!" Greed's voice slowly entered the purple mist.