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

Chapter 512

Ling Yanyan's longsword pierced the mummified corpse's right arm, and blood flowed out.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Yanyan took a few steps back to create distance.

The mummified corpse glanced down at its wounds, a fierce and violent expression appearing on its face.

Ling Yanyan gripped his longsword, ready to press his advantage, but what he saw shocked him.

The mummy's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss." Ling Yanyan couldn't help but gasp.

What the hell is going on? Does a mummified corpse possess an immortal body?

"Roar!" The mummified corpse roared to the sky and kicked Ling Yanyan, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

After landing, Ling Yanyan rolled several times before stopping, but instead of stopping, he quickly stood up.

Ling Yanyan pulled the longsword out of the mummified corpse's arm, and a drop of bright red liquid fell to the ground from the wound.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse roared and pounced on Ling Yan Yan. It was extremely fast and brought with it a strong wind.

Ling Yanyan quickly raised his longsword to parry, and at the same time, he used all his skills to try to force the dried corpse back.

But the mummified corpse ignored everything, withstood Ling Yanyan's sword strike, then grabbed Ling Yanyan's head with one hand and slashed at Ling Yanyan's neck with the other.

Ling Yanyan felt a chill in his throat as the mummified corpse gripped his neck.

Ling Yan Yan's pupils contracted sharply; he knew he had to fight with his life on the line!

The next moment, Ling Yanyan suddenly took out a copper coin and threw it onto the mummified corpse.

hum!

The moment the copper coin touched the mummified corpse, it suddenly exploded, forming a hazy yellow light.

Caught off guard, the mummified corpse was directly knocked back by the force of the exploding copper coins. Taking advantage of the corpse's retreat, Ling Yanyan quickly broke free from its control.

However, as soon as Ling Yanyan broke free from the control of the mummified corpse, he was immediately forced to kneel on the ground by a tremendous force.

This immense power was like a mountain, firmly suppressing Ling Yanyan.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse pounced again, its claw reaching for Ling Yanyan's head.

Ling Yanyan looked up, then stretched out two fingers and pinched the extremely sharp nails of the dried corpse.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse roared, its other hand gripping Ling Yanyan's neck, trying to strangle him to death.

Ling Yanyan's face turned red, and he had difficulty breathing. He tried to push the dried corpse away, but he was completely unable to break free from its control.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse roared again, then released Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan fell to the ground, coughed a few times, and then struggled to get up.

He looked at the mummified corpse in front of him and cursed inwardly: Damn it, I'm done for today.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse lunged at Ling Yanyan again.

Ling Yanyan hurriedly dodged, but was still a step too slow and was struck in the chest by the dried corpse.

"puff!

Ling Yan Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse roared and slashed at Ling Yanyan with one claw.

Ling Yanyan's expression suddenly changed. He dodged the corpse's claw to the side and then swung his sword at the corpse with a backhand.

puff!

The mummified corpse's claws severed the longsword in Ling Yanyan's hand, leaving a gruesome wound on his shoulder. "Roar!" Enraged, the mummified corpse slapped Ling Yanyan away.

Ling Yanyan slammed heavily against the wall, then slid to the ground, his face ashen.

"Cough cough cough." Ling Yanyan coughed violently and then spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Damn it, how come this guy is getting stronger and stronger?" Ling Yanyan's face was extremely gloomy.

His current condition is terrible; not only is he severely injured, but he also has very little internal energy left in his dantian.

Ling Yanyan slowly stood up, his gaze turning icy as he stared at the desiccated corpse before him.

The mummified corpse had a cruel, murderous expression on its face. It leaped up and pounced on Ling Yanyan again.

Ling Yanyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he rushed forward without hesitation.