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

Chapter 863

"Bang!"

In an instant, their fists collided, creating a deafening explosion, and violent energy ripples swept out like a burst dam.

Ling Yanyan staggered back five or six steps before regaining his balance, his face deathly pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

After sending Ling Yanyan flying with a punch, the mummified corpse did not stop. It roared ferociously a few times and pounced on Ling Yanyan again.

Ling Yanyan immediately rolled to his feet and quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding the dried corpse's attack.

"Bang bang bang!"

The mummified corpse launched a fierce attack, striking the soil again and again, sending mud and dust flying everywhere.

"Holy crap! That's brutal!"

Ling Yanyan's face was solemn, his expression wary, and he kept dodging.

The more Ling Yanyan fought, the more frightened he became, knowing full well that he was no match for the mummified corpse.

However, Ling Yanyan was not willing to leave just like that. After all, he had gone through a lot of trouble to find the mummified corpse, so he had to get something out of it, right?

What if you find a powerful treasure?

Ling Yanyan was extremely unwilling, but there was nothing he could do about the dried corpse.

"This mummified corpse is terrifying, but its strength is too weak. It's probably only at the level of a Xuan-rank martial skill, so it shouldn't be difficult to deal with."

"But I am seriously injured and should not stay any longer. I must retreat immediately," Ling Yanyan thought to himself, already harboring the intention to leave.

Ling Yanyan was now in a terrible state, his clothes were disheveled, his skin was charred black, and he looked very disheveled.

"Never mind, it's best to leave first."

Having made up his mind, Ling Yanyan decisively fled into the depths of the dense forest, not daring to linger for even a moment.

Ling Yanyan's injuries were too severe; he couldn't hold on much longer, or he would surely die here.

"Ouch!"

The mummified corpse chased after it like a madman, attacking relentlessly. Each punch was incredibly powerful, and deafening explosions echoed one after another, alarming the nearby monsters, who all fled far away.

Ling Yanyan was terrified and ran wildly, not daring to stop for even a moment.

"My God, why won't this beast give up!" Ling Yanyan was so frightened that her face turned pale.

The relentless pursuit of the mummified corpse sent chills down Ling Yanyan's spine.

"This world is too dangerous." Ling Yanyan's face was full of fear, and he was in a panic.

More than an hour later, Ling Yanyan finally got rid of the mummified corpse and ran to the front of a mountain range.

"Hoohoo!"

Ling Yanyan was panting heavily, so exhausted that he collapsed on the ground, soaked in sweat, pale-faced, and breathing weakly, as if he might faint at any moment.

"How come the trees here are so lush?" Ling Yanyan asked in astonishment.

"Hoohoho!"

The mummified corpse chased after them from the other side, getting closer and closer, and Ling Yanyan was terrified.

"Damn it! How come they caught up again!" Ling Yanyan couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it, I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm running away!" Ling Yanyan thought to himself, and immediately used his teleportation technique to disappear.

The next moment, Ling Yanyan appeared out of thin air a hundred meters away. Immediately afterwards, his body was severely injured, he spat out blood, and his body flew out horizontally.

"Fuck your mother!" Ling Yanyan cursed, almost dying of anger.

Ling Yanyan has already used his teleportation technique once. If he uses it again, he will definitely be discovered by the dried corpse, which will be even more dangerous.

Ling Yanyan thought to himself, "I must find a way to get rid of the mummified corpse."

Unfortunately, Ling Yanyan is currently severely injured and is completely powerless to fight against the dried corpse.

"boom!"

The mummified corpse swung its massive, black arm, unleashing a thunderous attack with overwhelming force and terrifying power that was breathtaking.

"Hmph!" Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth, feeling extremely aggrieved, wishing he could slap the dried corpse to death.

Ling Yanyan was forced to use teleportation to dodge the dried corpse's attacks; otherwise, he would definitely be the one waiting to die.

Unfortunately, every time Ling Yanyan used teleportation to escape, the dried corpse would close in.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?" Ling Yanyan cursed in frustration.

This mummified corpse is like a mad dog, relentless in its pursuit of its goal.

"How exactly was this guy born?" Ling Yanyan asked, his face full of confusion.

Ling Yanyan kept using teleportation to dodge, while the dried corpses relentlessly pursued him. The scene was exceptionally spectacular, reminiscent of ancient martial arts masters vying for treasure.

"This can't go on; we'll be worn down by it sooner or later!"

Ling Yanyan grew increasingly panicked and terrified as the fight continued; he knew he would eventually be worn down and killed by the dried-up corpse.

"I need to find a way to lure it into the cave," Ling Yan thought to himself, his eyes fixed on the distant forest, when a sudden idea struck him.

Since they couldn't get rid of the mummified corpse, they decided to use it to find other caves.

"Ow!"

Just as Ling Yanyan was about to enter the forest, the dried corpse roared and chased after her again.

"Isn't this beast just an ordinary wild animal? How can it understand human language?"

Ling Yanyan was shocked, then a sinister smile appeared on his lips. He sneered inwardly, "Heh heh, since you're going to your death, don't blame me!"