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

Chapter 879

This is simply unbelievable!

"What! What's going on?" Ling Yanyan was stunned, completely bewildered, utterly unable to understand what was happening...

Ling Yanyan couldn't understand why the energy inside the purple lightning bolt had inexplicably decreased and why it had turned into a child. What was going on?

"Boom!"

Just then, a deafening roar came, and an overwhelming pressure enveloped the entire mountain range.

"Such a powerful aura, it's a seventh-tier demon!" Ling Yanyan's expression darkened slightly, and he hurriedly turned around and ran back.

At the same time, a huge black shadow rushed in from afar at an incredibly terrifying speed, destroying everything in its path.

"Damn it! There's a six-star Martial Grandmaster demon here!" Ling Yanyan cursed through gritted teeth, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

Ling Yanyan sped up his escape, but just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an old man in black robes suddenly appeared in front of him and took a step to be right in front of him.

Ling Yanyan's face immediately turned pale, sweat beaded on his forehead, his whole body trembled, and his face was filled with terror and fear.

"Dare to steal the Spirit Source Stone? Today I will send you to the Western Paradise!" the black-robed old man shouted coldly, then raised his hand and thrust his sword at Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground.

"I'm doomed!" Ling Yanyan's face turned deathly pale, his heart filled with fear and regret. He should have known better than to play the hero and just run away.

But there is no medicine for regret in the world.

Ling Yanyan never expected to encounter such a terrifying six-star Martial Grandmaster.

"call out!"

The old man in black thrust his sword forward, and Ling Yanyan had no way to dodge, watching helplessly as the blade pierced through his chest.

"Ugh!" Ling Yanyan's throat moved slightly as he struggled to look up at the old man in black before him, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred. "You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Having said that, Ling Yanyan forcefully punched the old man in black in the chest, then used the rebound force to propel himself backward, instantly covering more than ten zhang before quickly disappearing into the dense forest.

The old man in black was stunned by the blow. By the time he came to his senses, Ling Yan Yan had already run away, leaving behind only a bellyful of anger.

"You wretched ant! How dare you ambush me!" The old man in black roared in fury. "Don't let me run into you again! Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

The old man in black was a four-star Martial Grandmaster, and Ling Yanyan, a mere five-star Martial Warrior, was naturally no match for him.

If Ling Yanyan hadn't possessed the Wind Control Technique, he would probably be dead by now. Even if he had managed to escape, he would likely have been crippled.

"call out!"

The enraged old man in black transformed into a blurry afterimage and disappeared into the distance at the edge of the mountains.

Although Ling Yanyan survived by sheer luck, he suffered severe injuries and was completely drained of his internal energy, leaving him unable to move at all.

Ling Yanyan lay in a pool of blood, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glazed over, clearly on the verge of death.

"Cough cough!"

Ling Yan Yan was breathing heavily. With a thought, a pill rolled out of his Qiankun bag.

"Take a pill!" Ling Yanyan said weakly. His injuries were too severe. Any pill might be able to alleviate his pain and restore some of his true energy.

The moment Ling Yan Yan took the pill, he immediately spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and his injuries worsened.

Unfortunately, there was only one pill left, but Ling Yanyan didn't waste it.

After taking the pill, Ling Yan Yan felt much better, but was still extremely weak.

"I hope my luck won't be too bad and I can find a spiritual herb." Ling Yan Yan sighed, then closed his eyes to conserve his energy and try to pull himself together. After all, in the desolate space, death could happen at any moment, and Ling Yan Yan could only rely on himself.

Time passed, night fell, and the night sky was as black as ink.

The desolate space was completely silent, so quiet it was suffocating.

As night fell, Ling Yan Yan remained unconscious and motionless.

"Crack!"

Just then, a faint, crisp sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the tattered burlap covering Ling Yanyan's body was torn apart, revealing his bare upper body. His skin was bronze in color, containing a hard, rough texture, giving people a heavy feeling.