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

Chapter 508

Even the mummies, in this environment, had a strange red tinge on their faces.

Ling Yanyan shook his head, clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts, and focused on dealing with the group of dried corpses.

Although he was able to kill these mummies, it would also require a lot of his physical strength and soul fire, so he had to deal with them as soon as possible.

"Drink!" Ling Yanyan roared, gripping the peach wood sword with both hands and unleashing all his soul fire as he slashed fiercely.

A long sword mark appeared in front of the group of mummies, instantly slicing their bodies in two.

These mummies were able to continue moving even after their bodies were cut off.

Ling Yan Yan frowned. His soul fire was almost depleted; if he allowed these dried corpses to get close now, it would definitely be extremely dangerous.

Danger.

He didn't dare hesitate and immediately ran out.

The space here is rather narrow and interconnected.

These mummies were clearly intelligent; seeing Ling Yanyan flee, they all gave chase.

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan cursed and quickened his pace.

"Huh?" Suddenly, he felt someone bump into him.

When I turned around, I saw that it was a mummified corpse.

The mummified corpse's clothes were tattered, and its entire face was sunken.

Her eyes were wide open, blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and there was a pool of liquid in her throat, making her look disgusting.

Ling Yanyan couldn't help but take a few steps back in disgust.

"You... how could you..." The mummified corpse seemed a little surprised, pointing at Ling Yanyan as it spoke.

Ling Yanyan frowned, not understanding what she was trying to say.

Suddenly, the mummified corpse rushed over and wrapped its arms around Ling Yanyan's neck.

"Hiss—" Ling Yanyan gasped, feeling short of breath and his face turning red.

"Cough cough cough!" Ling Yanyan struggled a few times, but the mummified corpse's arm was too strong, and he couldn't break free at all.

"Let me go! You monster!" Ling Yanyan roared angrily, struggling desperately.

"Help...help...someone save me!" Ling Yanyan struggled desperately, trying to break free from the restraints of the mummified corpse.

Unfortunately, the mummy's hands were like iron clamps, and no matter how much Ling Yanyan struggled, he couldn't break free.

Suddenly, the mummified corpse released Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

"Huff huff huff huff—" Ling Yanyan's chest heaved up and down. He felt like he was about to suffocate, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

After a while, Ling Yanyan finally recovered. He looked up and saw that the mummified corpse had stood up again and was still walking towards him.

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan cursed under his breath, picked up the peach wood sword, and stabbed it at the mummified corpse.

The mummified corpse's body was stiff, and Ling Yanyan's stab left only a shallow wound.

Ling Yanyan refused to believe it and tried to stab him several more times, but to no avail.

"I refuse to believe I can't kill you!" Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth and raised his peach wood sword again, slashing at her.

With a crisp "crack!", Ling Yanyan severed the shoulder of the mummified corpse.

The mummified corpse let out a painful scream and collapsed to the ground.

Ling Yanyan picked up the peach wood sword and stepped on the mummified corpse's head.

"Haha!" Ling Yanyan laughed arrogantly, then lowered his head and stared at the desiccated corpse on the ground.

"Hehe! Let's see how you jump around now!" Ling Yanyan said smugly.

Ling Yanyan kicked the mummified corpse in the head, sending her flying....

He walked up to the mummified corpse, looked at its painful expression, and couldn't help but curl his lip.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered with you. Just let you fend for yourself!"

He sheathed his peach wood sword and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his foot. Ling Yanyan looked down and realized he had stepped on the hand of a dried-up corpse.

Ling Yanyan hurriedly lifted his foot, but it was already too late.

With a "crack," the hand was broken by Ling Yanyan's foot.