But before the words had even faded, Lin Han stomped down hard.
CRACK!
Zhu Bingshan's chest caved in. Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as he died on the spot.
He was as dead as dead could be.
The scene was utterly despairing.
It was suffocating.
Their opponent had gone completely berserk. It seemed he was about to kill everyone, not even showing any deference to the Diwu Family.
"Run!"
"Run for it!"
In an instant, all the masters turned and fled.
They completely ignored the Lan Family and Wu Zhizhong.
Their own lives were on the line. Who had time to worry about anyone else?
Besides, even if they did fight Lin Han, they knew they couldn't win.
Rather than stay and be annihilated, it was better to just run. Otherwise, death was the only outcome.
"Come back! You bastards, get back here!" Wu Zhizhong shrieked, stomping his foot in a panic as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
Those masters were their only line of defense.
