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

Chapter 669

Ling Yanyan's expression changed slightly, and then he hurriedly channeled the true energy in his dantian into his soles, before stomping down hard.

"Oh!"

Ling Yanyan's body was stomped to the ground by the corpse puppet.

"Pfft!" Ling Yan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

"I am now at the fifth level of Warrior, how could you, a mere second level Martial Apprentice, possibly be my match? Become my nourishment!" The Corpse Puppet stood in front of Ling Yanyan, looking down at him with a sinister and bloodthirsty killing intent in its eyes.

"Heh! Do you think you've won?" Ling Yanyan looked up at the corpse puppet, a mocking sneer in his eyes.

"Hmm?" The corpse puppet frowned, a sense of danger rising in its heart, and then it turned to look around.

Suddenly, Ling Yanyan's body swayed, appearing behind the corpse puppet like a ghost. At the same time, he conjured two golden spears in his hands, then, with a whooshing sound, stabbed them fiercely into the corpse puppet's back.

"Not good!" The corpse puppet's expression changed drastically. It hurriedly turned around, raised the iron knife in its hand, and then slashed it fiercely at Ling Yanyan's short sword.

"Clang!"

A burst of sparks flew out, and a tremendous force was transmitted, pushing Ling Yanyan's body backward. Ling Yanyan took a few steps back before regaining his balance.

"You little brat, die!" the corpse puppet roared, then its figure transformed into a phantom and charged towards Ling Yanyan once again.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The corpse puppet's figure flashed, moving at an extremely fast speed. The iron knife in its hand was swung out, and a dense array of blade shadows enveloped Ling Yan Yan's entire body.

"Clang clang clang!" Ling Yanyan swung his two short swords, blocking all of the corpse puppet's attacks.

"Bang!" The corpse puppet kicked Ling Yanyan in the chest, sending him flying and crashing heavily to the ground. A sharp pain spread throughout Ling Yanyan's body.

"Cough cough!" Ling Yanyan coughed violently, bright red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and then he stood up with difficulty.

"You little brat, I told you, you're going to die!" The corpse puppet's eyes were ferocious as it approached Ling Yanyan step by step.

Ling Yanyan stared at the corpse puppet with icy eyes and gritted his teeth, saying, "You want to kill me? Hmph, you can't do it."

"You're courting death!" The corpse puppet roared in fury, slashing down with its iron blade.

"brush!"

The corpse puppet's iron blade was as fast as lightning, striking Ling Yanyan's body in the blink of an eye.

"laugh!"

Ling Yanyan's clothes were ripped open, and blood was dripping from them.

However, Ling Yanyan was not severed; instead, it ignited the deepest fighting spirit within him.

"Ah!" Ling Yanyan roared as if he had gone mad, his veins bulging all over his body, and a faint silver glow appeared on his skin, which was the innate true qi armor.

The corpse puppet's pupils contracted slightly, and then an excited expression appeared on its face.

"You little brat, you've ignited my fighting spirit! Today I'll devour you alive!" The corpse puppet's eyes were bloodshot, its aura raging, and it lunged at Ling Yanyan with an iron knife in its hand.

"Boom!" The corpse puppet's iron blade emanated wisps of grayish-black malevolent energy, pressing down like a mountain.

Ling Yanyan fearlessly charged forward, his short sword flashing repeatedly, clashing with the iron blade in the corpse puppet's hand, producing a series of crisp sounds.

With a loud "bang," the short sword in Ling Yanyan's hand was kicked away by the corpse puppet and slammed heavily to the ground. Ling Yanyan's arm was also numb from the impact.

"Roar!" The corpse puppet slashed down with its blade, then fiercely struck at Ling Yanyan's head.

Ling Yanyan's face darkened, and he quickly shifted his body to the side, dodging the fatal blow. However, Ling Yanyan had just been kicked in the shoulder by the corpse puppet, and his injury was now even more serious. He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha!" The corpse puppet laughed savagely. "Use whatever moves you have left. Once I drain your blood, your cultivation aptitude will definitely be better than that of ordinary people, and then I will be able to increase my strength."