At this moment, Lin Han was truly besieged on all sides.
Besides the Divine Strategy Army, he also had to face three other factions: Black September, Quanchong Martial Arts Hall, and the Supreme Profound Sect. Combined, these factions had over twenty Martial Kings and more than fifty Grandmasters.
And even more terrifying was the fact that among their forces was the renowned Martial Emperor, Qi Zhenguo.
This was a dead end. For Lin Han, there was no longer any possibility of escape.
"Hahaha, Lin, why aren't you talking? Don't tell me you're scared?" Seeing that Lin Han didn't dare to make a sound, Li Xuanyuan laughed even louder.
At this moment, everyone was staring at Lin Han, as if they could all keenly feel his despair.
If it had been any one of them who dared to provoke these four great powers at the same time, they would have likely been scared to death by now. The fact that Lin Han was still standing showed he had far, far more backbone than any of them.
