"Idiot."
Lin Fan felt the murderous intent coming from all directions.
The void collapsed in an instant!
Although Mo Kun and his three minions were not strong, their combined power created a fair amount of impact.
They directly approached Lin Fan with a menacing force.
The military sabre drew a crescent in mid-air, its cold glint chilling to the bone.
Mo Kun clenched his fist, using a force that could split mountains to smash towards the back of Lin Fan's head.
In their eyes,
this was an incredibly powerful force, enough to destroy Lin Fan.
However.
In Lin Fan's eyes, it was just a trivial trick.
No!
It wasn't even a trivial trick.
Just ants, flies, trash.
It's hard for the Xuan Clan army not to lose battles with such a foolish general.
The capacity isn't the issue.
It's just that their minds aren't working right.
One breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
