Lin Fan harbored murderous intent towards the Corpse God.
This is a being that must be eliminated.
He could clearly sense the evil aura emanating from the Corpse God, along with the scent of human flesh.
The Corpse God sensed the menacing gleam from Frostmourne; in its mind's eye, that sword was truly terrifying, capable of sweeping through everything, unstoppable, even the formidable zombie comrades it deemed excellent could not withstand it in the slightest.
"I think we can talk." The Corpse God felt suffocated, for a being like itself, when had it ever faced this kind of situation, forced to negotiate with a human, it was truly a very humiliating matter.
Lin Fan looked at the Corpse God.
He didn't say much.
He picked up the camera and started photographing the Corpse God.
