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

Chapter 940

"Roar! Roar!" The zombie let out a few more hoarse roars.

"Heh, still playing dumb with me." Ling Yanyan sneered and took another step forward.

Ling Yanyan didn't know the zombie's name, nor how it died. He had no interest in it; his only concern was whether Liu Wenbo and the others were still alive.

Ling Yanyan proceeded with extreme caution and vigilance, not daring to relax in the slightest, for fear of being attacked.

Ling Yanyan traversed the mountains for several minutes before finally reaching the edge of the mountains.

Before Ling Yanyan came a massive tomb. This tomb occupied the entire mountain range, standing seven or eight meters high and about five or six meters wide.

Ling Yanyan passed by the grave and walked straight up the mountain...

"Roar!" Ling Yanyan had just reached the mountainside when he suddenly heard a roar from his left.

Ling Yanyan turned his head and saw that the zombie had already gotten up and was looking at him with a ferocious expression, its scarlet eyes seemingly burning with raging fire.

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan cursed and charged at the zombie again with his sword.

The zombie was blasted back by Ling Yanyan's punch.

The zombies pounced on Ling Yanyan again.

"Boom!" The zombie was blasted away again.

Ling Yanyan unleashed punch after punch, each punch containing immense power, turning the zombie into a bloody mess, a truly gruesome sight.

After crashing into several towering ancient trees, the zombie fell to the ground and lay motionless.

Ling Yanyan walked up to the zombie, looked down, and his expression changed drastically.

"How could this be?" Ling Yanyan was utterly shocked. The zombie's originally jet-black skin had turned charred black, emitting a foul, pungent odor. Furthermore, the zombie's body gradually withered, turning into a pile of bones in the blink of an eye, emitting a thick, stench.

"What on earth is going on?" Ling Yanyan sat on the ground in a daze, her mind in turmoil.

The zombie was clearly much stronger than him, even comparable to a master of innate martial arts, yet it had died at his hands. And turned into a pile of bones—it was utterly unbelievable!

"Could there be other monsters in this world?" Ling Yanyan muttered to himself.

As soon as the thought popped into his head, Ling Yanyan felt it was necessary to figure it out. He had personally witnessed a group of vampires attacking him, a scene he would never forget.

"Roar!" The zombie's corpse suddenly trembled, and then a pale green glow appeared on the bones. The bones then slowly melted, turning into a pool of pus.

"As expected of a zombie, it refuses to disappear even after death." Ling Yanyan shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.

Ling Yanyan got up and left, continuing on his way.

As Ling Yanyan hurried along, he remained vigilant about his surroundings, worried about being attacked by zombies.

Along the way, he encountered several zombies, but he easily dealt with them all.

Half a month later, Ling Yanyan walked out of the deep mountains and drove along a straight road.

By this time, it had already gotten dark.

"Hmm?" Ling Yanyan frowned slightly and looked up ahead.

There was a car stopped in the middle of the road ahead.

"Vroom!" Ling Yanyan sped up and rushed towards the car.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

"Hoohoo!"

A gust of wind swept by, whipping up dust and leaves that blotted out the sun, engulfing Ling Yan Yan.

Ling Yanyan swung his longsword and slashed out, shattering the dust and mist that was rushing towards him. At the same time, he hurriedly dodged.

"Pfft!" In the instant Ling Yanyan dodged, an ice blade grazed past his shoulder, instantly tearing his clothes and leaving a shallow wound on his neck.

"Whoosh!" Ling Yanyan took off running, dodging the sharp weapon shot from behind.

The sharp blade shot through the air and landed where Ling Yanyan had just parked his car.

Two more sharp blades shot towards them.

Ling Yanyan swayed slightly, narrowly dodging the attack.

Ling Yanyan suddenly turned around and looked at the two flying blades.

"Clang!" Ling Yanyan, holding a long sword, swept it towards the two sharp blades.

The two sharp blades were knocked away and fell to the ground.

Just then, Ling Yanyan heard two whooshing sounds in his ears.