Mo Kun's body trembled, and he was just about to run for his life.
However.
Lin Fan behind him shouted sternly, "Don't move!"
At the same time.
The Cold Blade in his hand pressed even closer to Mo Kun's skin, and Mo Kun could even feel the murderous intent emanating from the blade.
Although the other party did not say anything, he knew clearly in his heart.
Just a slight movement.
And he would be decapitated.
He swallowed heavily, took a cold breath, and dared not move a bit.
"Let's… let's talk this out… I'm… I'm the general of the Xuan Clan's army now… Even if you kill me, you won't be able to leave this encampment. The hundreds of thousands of Xuan Clan soldiers here won't… won't let you go…"
Lin Fan nodded and smiled slightly.
"Indeed, they won't let me leave. But this swarm of ants can't stop me from leaving either. If I want to leave, it's just a matter of an instant. Not just them, even you are useless."
