As his words fell, dozens of Zombie Kings behind him knelt in unison, followed by several million Zombie Generals.
Their voices swept across the entire mine like a tidal wave.
"Please guide us, Divine One!"
"Please guide us, Divine One!"
"Please guide us, Divine One!"
Countless voices converged, resounding between heaven and earth.
Yang Fan frowned slightly at the sight. "What's going on?"
Yang Da immediately explained.
"Reporting to Master."
"As Ordinary Zombies break through to become Zombie Generals, portions of their memories from before death have begun gradually returning."
"That includes their experience of being sent by Robots arranged by Yang San into the Dimensional Research Institute."
Yang Fan nodded thoughtfully. "What do you suggest?"
After pondering for a moment, Yang Da spoke.
"This subordinate believes it is not a major problem."
"After these zombies regain their minds, they are still, in essence, your believers."
"They are now lost, uneasy, and even afraid."
"And a Divine Oracle is precisely the best medicine for believers."
"As long as Master issues a Divine Oracle and gives them new goals and a sense of belonging."
"This matter can naturally be resolved."
Yang Fan fell silent for a moment before speaking.
"Go. Call Yang San here."
"Yes."
Yang Da let out a soft sigh, turned, and left.
Only a few breaths later, Yang San returned to the hall with Yang Da.
"Yang San."
"You know everything that has happened, correct?"
Yang Fan spoke calmly.
Upon hearing this, Yang San immediately knelt on the ground.
"Master, this subordinate truly failed to consider the matter thoroughly."
"When we decided to develop the Zombie Path, Ordinary Zombies were already sufficient to participate in Divine Kingdom War."
"This subordinate..."
Yang Fan said nothing. He merely watched him quietly as the atmosphere in the hall gradually became stifling.