Chapter 39 - 36 Hope is Always Beautiful
Chopping down zombies is a physically demanding task that requires not just strength but also technique for any ordinary person—it’s definitely not as simple as just hacking, slashing, and stabbing.
But for Lin Fan, it’s relatively simple.
The Frostmourne in his hands represents evil and darkness, yet in the just hands of Lin Fan, it exhibits its most brilliantly splendid moment in history.
A zombie’s head soared high into the air, spinning, before falling to the ground.
Splat!
Splat!
Swinging his sword one after another, the hoard of zombies snarled fiercely, their strength and speed formidable. For some reason, Lin Fan felt they were much faster than before.
But he didn’t dwell on it; those that were fast probably had slender builds and longer legs.
Those with great strength were likely more burly.
There once was the War God in the elevator, determined in combat.
Now there’s the Sword Spirit at the stairwell, wielding Frostmourne, incessantly chopping down the zombies in front of him.