Lin Fan was in an exceedingly good mood.
He gazed at the zombies shambling through the city, all of whom would soon be cleansed by the energizing Frostmourne. For these zombies, it was a form of release.
"Hey, zombies."
Lin Fan shouted at the top of his voice.
"Gruh gruh"
"Gruh gruh"
As his voice spread outwards, the zombies in the city went completely berserk, their mindless eyes betraying an endless ferocity.
One by one, they charged at Lin Fan like ravenous wolves.
Standing atop a building, Lin Fan looked down upon everything, slowly drew out Frostmourne, raised his hand, and aimed the sword straight at the distance. In an instant, the color of the blade changed, and countless threads roared out eagerly, immediately spreading towards the zombies below.
