Excessive fear made Yang Fan seem to fall into a state of frenzy. He smashed the intermittently screaming dry corpse head into pieces, nearly pulverizing it, before collapsing onto the ground.
Intense fear also triggered intense courage. Only after the enemy was dead did the shadow of fear quietly seep from deep within Yang Fan's body. In an instant, he was drenched in sweat, soaking his back, while his hands began trembling.
His gaze was locked on the dry corpse head on the ground, its one eye still glaring wide open. Suddenly, he grinned and said, "What on earth are you anyway? How can something so ugly even exist? No, wait... sorry, dead people all look like this, right? I shouldn't insult you. Maybe I'll look worse than you when I die."
