The two burly men behind Lin Xia charged at her with long knives in hand.
The sharp knife tips stopped abruptly, just three inches away from Lin Xia.
The two men furrowed their brows, veins bulging on their faces, using all their strength—but their right hands couldn't advance even an inch.
"There's a ghost!"
"All together now!"
They yelled out in frustration—their own arms, and yet they couldn't control them.
The other strong men, clueless about what was going on, raised their blades, ready to hack at the four women.
But the result was the same—in the end, they all stood frozen, unable to move an inch.
"Boss, save us!"
"Big bro, ghosts! There are ghosts!"
"..."
Panic broke out among the black-clad men; they began shouting and screaming chaotically.
Lin Xia gave a mischievous grin, hands behind her back, shook her head at them and said, "Lame. With just this little skill, you dare to try and kill me?"
