Thirty people, holding their weapons, were returning in a grand procession, not expecting that anyone could stand against their dozens of people.
However, just as they turned a corner, they saw a heap of corpses lying crisscrossed, and were instantly surprised, hurriedly becoming vigilant of their surroundings.
But in an instant, nine silver needles flew out from the jungle, landing precisely on their necks, leaving only a sharp pain before they fell into unconsciousness.
Instantly, nine people were lying on the ground, and the more than twenty others were dumbfounded. Just as they were stunned, Tan Xianglan and Chen Tianlong dashed out, swiftly weaving through the crowd. In a moment, more than a dozen people fainted and fell.
The remaining few, after a bit of a struggle, were also handled by Chen Tianlong.
Still, there was one last person whom Chen Tianlong ignored, allowing him to go and report.
