He casually stepped into an inconspicuous room within the attic, where the large man had already gone stiff, lying on the ground and covered with blue frost. His bull-like eyes were wide open with a look of horror.
Han Li flipped his hand, and a silver needle appeared between two fingers; without a word, he bent over and swiftly inserted several needles into both sides of the large man's head.
The large man shuddered, then the light in his eyes gradually faded, and he became wooden and stupified.
Han Li formed incantations with his hands and muttered a few low spell incantations, sending several continuous incantations onto the large man.
The coldness on the large man immediately dissipated, his eyes lifeless as he automatically sat up and then sat cross-legged on the ground like a puppet, immobile.
