The light of the silver needle glimmered. With just a spin, Mu Lin moved her fingertips slightly. The next moment, the dozen people who were once approaching gradually all fell at once, motionless.
The corner of Mu Lin's mouth raised slightly, the curve of her lips carried a hint of strangeness as she looked at Jiang Tiantian with a seeming smile. Her eyes, however, showed no change.
"What did you do to them?" Jiang Tiantian looked at Mu Lin in fear; what happened? Why would they fall over all of a sudden? What did Mu Lin do to them?
Jiang Tiantian could not accept that her people could be brought down so easily by Mu Lin. She hadn't even noticed exactly what happened.
"They're dead." A cold voice sounded from behind Jiang Tiantian. A man with a pair of terrifying and strange eyes came forward, watching Mu Lin without blinking, his gaze full of deep thought and intense interest.