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

Chapter 761

"Hiss hiss hiss!" The zombies' behavior made Ling Yan Yan gasp.

"Roar!" The Zombie King slowly stood up and took a step closer to Ling Yan Yan.

Seeing the zombie king slowly move its feet, Ling Yan Yan's hair stood on end, sensing a deadly danger.

The zombie king moved very slowly, but with each step it took, the ground trembled violently and dust flew up.

"Run!" Ling Yanyan didn't hesitate and took off running.

"Roar!" The Zombie King roared, its two fangs exposed in the air, radiating a chilling aura. It opened its blood-red maw and pounced straight at Ling Yan Yan.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Ling Yan Yan reacted extremely quickly. He wielded the Crimson Dragon Blade continuously, the blade's light raging, slashing and wounding the Zombie King's body.

Ling Yanyan dared not linger in the fight and fled desperately, with the Zombie King close behind.

A moment later, Ling Yanyan arrived at the front of a canyon. The canyon was deep and dark, filled with the smell of decay and corpses.

Without hesitation, Ling Yanyan jumped into the canyon. The scene inside made him shiver.

In the canyon, zombies roamed about, some lying in the grass, some on the rock walls, and some hidden among the flowers and plants, densely packed together, making one's scalp crawl.

"Hiss!" Ling Yanyan gasped, quickly concealing his aura and quietly moving forward.

The canyon was dark, but with the help of the moonlight, Ling Yanyan could clearly make out the surrounding scenery.

He cautiously groped his way forward, when suddenly he heard the sound of flowing water, so he groped his way toward the source of the sound.

"Crash!"

"Grrrrrr!"

Beside a stream, an old man sat on the ground, drinking water. His body was covered in dust, and he was no longer recognizable.

Ling Yanyan approached the old man and examined him carefully. The old man had completely lost his vitality and had been dead for a long time.

Ling Yanyan squatted down, reached out and checked the old man's nostrils. He found that the old man had been dead for a long time and his body was already cold. He sighed.

"Looks like there really are zombies here," Ling Yanyan muttered to himself. He checked his surroundings again and, after confirming that there were no zombies nearby, he left the canyon.

As soon as he stepped out of the canyon, Ling Yanyan's expression suddenly changed, because he saw a colossal creature about ten zhang tall sitting cross-legged on a boulder several hundred meters away from the canyon.

This enormous creature was entirely black, with a robust body resembling a tank. It opened its eyes, and blue flames emanated from its eye sockets, exuding a bloodthirsty and cruel aura.

The aura emanating from this enormous zombie was incredibly powerful and chilling.

"Is this a zombie king?" Ling Yan swallowed hard. He knew that the zombie in front of him was much more powerful than an ordinary zombie, and had probably reached the innate level.

"Roar!" The Zombie King let out a low roar, seemingly warning Ling Yan Yan, and then took a step forward, charging towards Ling Yan Yan.

Ling Yanyan dared not delay and took off running.

Rumble!

The zombie king was very fast, closing the distance to Ling Yanyan in the blink of an eye. Its fist smashed towards Ling Yanyan's head, but Ling Yanyan dodged to the side and struck out with a palm towards the zombie king's chest.

The Zombie King grabbed Ling Yanyan's hand and twisted it forcefully. With a crisp crack, Ling Yanyan's hand bones shattered.

"Roar!" The Zombie King raised his head and roared angrily.

It leaped high into the air, its legs clamping around Ling Yanyan's neck, and began to tear at it forcefully.

"Crack!"

Ling Yanyan's throat was instantly bitten off, blood spurted out, the zombie king released his grip, and Ling Yanyan fell from the sky.

"Cough cough!" Ling Yanyan covered his throat and struggled to his feet. His face was pale and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, making him look rather disheveled.

Ling Yanyan looked towards the other end of the canyon, where the number of zombies was increasing, reaching several thousand.

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan's face darkened. He never expected there to be so many zombies here.

"Roar!" The Zombie King roared, leading the horde of zombies toward Ling Yan Yan.

Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth, his gaze unwavering: "Since that's the case, I'll fight to the death."

He gripped the Crimson Dragon Blade tightly, leaped into the air, and transformed into a streak of light as he rushed forward.

"Whoosh!" Ling Yanyan swung the Crimson Dragon Blade fiercely, and a scorching wind howled as the blade gleamed with a metallic sheen, cleaving the zombies in two, causing blood to spurt out.

These zombies were too weak; they were slaughtered by Ling Yan Yan in just a few seconds.

Ling Yanyan gasped for breath, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. This battle was like a fight with death; the slightest mistake could cost him his life.