Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 464

This is a living zombie, not some kind of walking corpse.

"Hoo ho ho."

The zombies were getting closer and closer to Ling Yanyan.

"Humph!"

Ling Yanyan snorted coldly, holding a peach wood sword, and charged towards the zombie.

"clang!"

A loud metallic clang rang out.

The two weapons clashed, sparks flew, and the zombie was thrown back, retreating seven or eight meters before regaining its footing.

"Huh? Not dead?"

Ling Yanyan was stunned. He hadn't expected that this zombie's defenses would be so formidable.

"Hoo ho ho."

Enraged, the zombie lunged at Ling Yanyan once more.

"court death!

Ling Yanyan's face was gloomy. With a sweeping attack, he sent the zombie flying.

"Roar!"

Just then, a roar came.

"Bang bang bang."

With that roar, countless zombies rushed in from all directions.

In an instant, Ling Yanyan was surrounded and beaten.

"so much?"

Ling Yanyan's expression turned much uglier.

This group of zombies numbered in the dozens, all around the early stage of the Innate Realm, with even two zombies at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm.

If it were an ordinary innate martial artist, they would probably have been hacked to death by a flurry of blows long ago.

These zombies couldn't hurt him at all.

"Roar!"

The howls of zombies are terrifying; anyone who doesn't know better would be scared out of their wits.

However, Ling Yanyan remained unfazed. Holding a peach wood sword, he unleashed his swordsmanship and fought alongside numerous zombies.

"Chila!"

Ling Yanyan flicked his wrist, and a peach wood sword burst forth with dazzling light, piercing the zombie's head with the force of thunder.

The peach wood sword was incredibly sharp, piercing straight through the zombie's neck.

The zombie stopped abruptly, its eyes widened, it collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

"puff!"

Ling Yanyan drew his peach wood sword, and instantly, a cloud of green liquid spurted from the zombie's head, emitting a foul stench.

Ling Yanyan covered his nose in disgust, threw the zombie down, took a deep breath, stopped, and looked at the densely packed zombies behind him.

"Hoo ho ho."

The zombies' roars drew closer. Ling Yanyan took a deep breath and turned around abruptly.

"Boom!"

The zombie slammed down with its claw, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, as if it were about to tear space apart.

Ling Yanyan was alarmed and dared not be careless. He held his peach wood sword and faced the zombie.

"Qiang!"

The peach wood sword in Ling Yanyan's hand collided with the zombie's palm, producing a crisp sound.

"Oh!"

The zombie's massive body was shaken back, its arms trembling slightly.

Ling Yanyan pressed his advantage, wielding his peach wood sword like a dragon, each move exuding immense power.

"Clap clap clap."

With each collision, the zombie would be pushed back several meters.

As time passed, Ling Yanyan finally dealt with all the zombies and returned to his room at the inn to rest.

He was speechless; he hadn't expected there to be so many zombies in Happy Town. Luckily, he was there this time.

These zombies thankfully didn't harm ordinary people; otherwise, it's unimaginable what would have happened.

What a calamity this will be!

After returning to the Ma Yi Gate, Shiwu walked towards Chu Yi and said happily.

"Senior brother, where are you? I've come home from outside."

At that moment, Fifteen suddenly felt a cold wind coming from behind him, and a faint sense of crisis lingered in his heart.

Fifteen instinctively dodged, narrowly escaping a blow, as a fist came flying towards his back.

He turned around and saw a very fat man standing behind him, looking at him with a dark expression... This man was Fifteen's senior brother, named Chu Yi.

Chu Yi glared at Shi Wu and said, "Good heavens, you actually dared to dodge! You've got some nerve!" Seeing Chu Yi's unfriendly gaze, Shi Wu secretly groaned, wondering what had gotten into Chu Yi.

"Senior brother, why are you going to hit me without saying a word? What kind of logic is that? I'm not having it." Fifteen said with a grin, clearly not afraid of First Day at all.