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

Chapter 859

Ling Yanyan hadn't expected that the dried corpse would still be alive after taking so many punches.

"Roar!"

The mummified corpse roared, its eyes becoming even more ferocious, radiating a terrifying aura.

At this moment, its combat power reached its peak, and it swung its claw, accompanied by a whistling wind.

"boom!"

Ling Yanyan raised his hand to block, but was still knocked away by the dried corpse, half of his body embedded in the soil.

"Cough cough!" Ling Yan Yan coughed violently, his face turning pale.

The strength of the mummified corpse's claws was terrifying; even with all his might, Ling Yanyan was powerless to resist.

"Damn it, this guy's physical strength surpasses that of a fifth-grade savage beast; it's probably at least a sixth-grade!" Ling Yanyan's lips twitched, speechless.

He is only at the fifth rank of cultivation, and is still a long way from becoming a seventh-rank savage beast.

"No, we have to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible." Ling Yanyan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was already at his wit's end, and he would definitely die if he stayed any longer.

He was preparing to make a quick getaway.

However, the mummified corpse did not give him that chance.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse let out a low growl, opened its blood-red maw, and lunged at Ling Yanyan, its sharp fangs gleaming with a chilling luster.

Ling Yanyan's expression changed drastically. Disregarding his own safety, he hurriedly drew his sword and slashed at the dried corpse.

"Shh!"

The mummified corpse was extremely fast, dodging Ling Yanyan's sword light, and then swept out with a claw, knocking Ling Yanyan's sword away.

"It's over!"

Ling Yanyan's face turned deathly pale, and despair filled his eyes. The dried corpse's attack was enough to kill him.

"Boy, this is your fate. Just wait to die!" The mummified corpse grinned sinisterly and opened its mouth to swallow Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan closed his eyes, his heart filled with resentment. Was he going to perish just as he was reborn?

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Ling Yanyan opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his pupils.

"Buzz!"

A jet-black dagger appeared out of thin air, hovering beside Ling Yanyan, releasing a faint black mist that blocked the figure of the dried corpse.

At the same time, a cold, electronic voice from the system echoed in Ling Yanyan's mind:

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have triggered a hidden quest: The Resurrection of the Mummified Corpse. Defeat the Mummified Corpse."

Ling Yanyan's eyes lit up, and he was excited. He hadn't expected to trigger a mission.

"Mummy resurrection?"

Ling Yanyan looked at the mummified corpse with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.

The mummified corpse had clearly been imprisoned in the cave for a thousand years, so how could it have come back to life?

"Roar!" The mummified corpse roared angrily, its eyes bloodshot, as if it had gone mad, and kept swinging its claws.

Ling Yanyan dared not be negligent and quickly used his movement technique to dodge.

Although he had recovered his cultivation, he had not yet stabilized his realm and was unable to unleash his full power. If it weren't for the strange footwork of the "Myriad Manifestations True Scripture," he would have died at the hands of the dried corpse long ago.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse roared angrily, its body trembling, the scales on its surface falling off, flowing out a dark green liquid that emitted a strong stench, corroding the surrounding grass and rocks, leaving pitted marks.

"Boom!"

Ling Yanyan was unable to dodge in time and was swatted away by the dried corpse's claw, crashing to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, this guy's really gone mad." Ling Yanyan cursed, struggled to his feet, turned around and ran away as fast as he could.

Ling Yanyan didn't want to be caught by the dried corpse, otherwise he would surely die.

The mummified corpse's eyes were bloodshot as it relentlessly pursued Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan was very fast. In no time, he shook off the dried corpse and arrived at a valley.

"Roar!" The mummified corpse's angry roar came from behind.

"That bastard is coming!" Ling Yanyan thought anxiously, and quickly disappeared into the woods in the valley.

The mummified corpse followed closely behind, its ferocious roar echoing through the sky.

"Roar!"

The mummified corpse chased after it frantically, but it was, after all, a corpse with limited intelligence, and its speed was no match for Ling Yan Yan.

In the end, Ling Yanyan managed to distance himself from the mummified corpse and gradually left it behind.

The mummified corpse, tireless, followed Ling Yanyan relentlessly, roaring and venting its anger.

Ling Yanyan's face was extremely ugly. He didn't expect this guy to be so stubborn. He was like a leech that he couldn't get rid of.

Suddenly, Ling Yanyan stopped because he heard a commotion coming from a distance.