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

Chapter 691

Ling Yanyan's pupils contracted, and he quickly raised his peach wood sword to parry.

The deafening roar from the violent collision was deafening.

Ling Yanyan's body trembled violently, his face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back several meters, almost falling to the ground.

The Zombie King remained motionless, standing in the same spot with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Roar!"

He roared and lunged at Ling Yanyan again.

Ling Yanyan dared not delay and quickly circulated his magic power, pouring it into the peach wood sword.

Swish swish!

With a flick of his wrist, the peach wood sword unleashed a flurry of sword shadows that enveloped the zombie king.

The zombie king kept throwing punches, forcefully blocking the sword shadows.

Ding Ding Ding!

Every time the Zombie King throws a punch, a burst of dazzling sparks erupts.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Zombie King unleashed a barrage of punches, each one carrying immense destructive power, shattering the peach wood sword.

A moment later, he struck out with his palm. Ling Yanyan was unable to dodge in time and was sent flying by the slap, falling to the ground.

"puff!"

Ling Yan Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale, and struggled to his feet.

The zombie king grinned maliciously and leaped over.

Ling Yanyan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly retreated.

However, the zombie king relentlessly pursued him, forcing him to retreat continuously.

"Damn it, let's fight!"

Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a cold light, his fingers rapidly forming hand seals, and he chanted incantations.

In an instant, a gleaming silver sword appeared in the air, emitting a dazzling light.

"Sword Control Technique!" Ling Yanyan shouted in a deep voice.

Whizzing!

The sword danced, transforming into a streak of silver light, and slashed towards the zombie king.

"Little tricks!"

The Zombie King curled his lip in disdain, opened his right hand, and a jet-black iron spear appeared in his hand.

clang.

He swung his spear, knocking the silver sword away.

"Haha, kid, let's see what you can do against me!" The zombie king laughed wildly.

Ling Yanyan's expression turned solemn, and he sighed inwardly.

This zombie truly lives up to its name; its strength and defense are formidable.

It's virtually impossible to kill it now.

However, he was not without options.

"Hmph, since we can't kill you, then we'll see." Ling Yanyan snorted coldly, then turned and ran in the other direction.

Although the zombie was extremely powerful, he was not afraid. On the contrary, his fighting spirit was soaring and he wanted to have a good fight with the zombie.

"Kid, you can't escape!" The zombie king roared and immediately gave chase.

Two blurry figures disappeared into the valley, and a fierce battle ensued.

At this moment, Ling Yanyan had already left the ancient tomb and come to the outside world.

This is a cave, eerie and terrifying.

Ling Yan sat down cross-legged, silently healing his injuries and recovering his depleted mana.

The Zombie King's attacks were too fierce and domineering; even he was seriously injured.

Fortunately, he possessed healing magic, and with the help of elixirs, he recovered quickly.

"Phew!" He stretched his muscles and bones, took out a few pills from his pocket and swallowed them, then continued forward.

The mountains and forests were dense, and the low growls of wild beasts echoed from the undergrowth, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, Ling Yanyan stopped and looked into the distance.

"Ok?"

Just now, he suddenly sensed danger approaching.

"Could it be!" His face lit up with joy, and he quickly hid himself.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out.

"Oh no, it's that zombie!" Ling Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly held his breath and waited quietly.

A moment later, the treetops trembled, and a tall figure slowly floated down.

Zombie King!

His body was covered in green lividity, his eyes were bloodshot, and he smelled of decay.

His face was ferocious, like a savage wolf, radiating bloodlust as he walked step by step, bringing an immense sense of oppression.

"You! How did you get here?" Ling Yanyan's face was pale.

"How I am here is none of your business. You just need to tell me why I am here?"

The zombie king grinned, revealing two rows of white fangs: "I can smell that delicious aroma emanating from you, it's intoxicating, it's making my mouth water!"

Ling Yanyan's expression changed drastically, and he asked in horror, "What exactly are you?"