The West Lin Army!

"West Lin Army is in charge here! Anyone else, get the hell out of here and stop standing here seeking death!"

At this moment, some members of the West Lin Army arrived from a distance. One of them, a martial artist at the sixth stage of the Mortal Martial Realm, immediately roared at Lin Han upon seeing his figure.

His face was filled with a fierce and malevolent intent, resembling a venomous snake, terrifying and sinister.

"Swoosh!"

Before the martial artist from the West Lin Army could say anything, he swung his big hand, and immediately, a terrifying sword energy shot out from the sword in his hand.

Lin Han's expression changed immediately, and he quickly dodged.

"Bang!"

The sword energy struck the ground, creating a massive crater and a large crack.

"I made it clear. The West Lin Army is handling this. All you miscellaneous people, scram!"