"Huh huh"
The roars were deafening.
The ordinary zombies ferociously pounced toward him.
Lin Fan put aside his usual swift battle-ending method, wanting each strike to cut through flesh and draw blood. Someone once said that if one wishes to intimidate the opponent, they must stretch out what can be done in one second into ten or even a hundred seconds to let the opponent witness the complex process of handling the situation.
The more one watched, the less they understood, and the more apprehensive they became.
Considered it, and thought it made perfect sense.
Swung the sword, the blade cut into the flesh. The approaching zombies' waists showed cracks, and with a puff, they broke apart. Already decomposed viscera mixed with foul-smelling blood splattered all over the ground.
"Comfortable."
Lin Fan felt the cutting sensation transmitted back by Frostmourne, a satisfaction he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Indeed, everyone loves the tangible feeling of impact.
