AWB Chapter 631
Chapter 631
"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out, and Ling Yanyan was knocked back three or four meters. His arm ached, and when he looked down, he saw a deep notch on the blade, almost slipping out of his hand.
Ling Yanyan stared in astonishment at his longsword. This sword was a spiritual weapon he had purchased at great expense in the cultivation world. Yet, it had almost broken with a single strike. Just how strong was this zombie's physical defense?
He sighed inwardly, realizing that he now only had one path left.
Ling Yanyan took a deep breath, then held the sword with both hands, his true energy surging and flowing into the longsword.
His eyes widened, and then he roared, "Die!" He raised his arm, and his long sword swept out horizontally, carrying a sharp gust of wind.
The zombie knew danger was imminent, so it ran forward desperately. Unfortunately, its speed was no match for Ling Yan Yan.
"Pfft!" The longsword slit the zombie's throat, blood gushing out, and the zombie's body collapsed with a crash.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, for killing a zombie and gaining 10 merit points."
The system notification sounded, which startled Ling Yanyan. He hadn't even considered upgrading.
Ling Yanyan gave a wry smile. It seemed that these zombies were indeed his lucky stars.
Ling Yanyan looked around. All the zombies were dead, leaving only a scene of devastation. He picked up the jade pendant, which bore strange runes that, when combined, formed the character "王" (king).
Ling Yanyan examined the jade pendant carefully and found that it had no other effects besides ensuring safety and warding off evil spirits.
Ling Yanyan checked again and found nothing. He put the jade pendant into his spatial ring. He didn't think these things were disposable; they might come in handy later.
Ling Yanyan continued forward, knowing he couldn't afford to delay, as his destination was the cave. After passing through a cemetery, he arrived at the abandoned forest.
There were no living creatures left here, only a few corpses lying haphazardly in the grass.
Ling Yanyan walked to the nearest corpse and squatted down. He picked up the corpse's left hand and touched it. The corpse's bones were already stiff, and its skin was covered with black spots. Wisps of black energy were rising from the corpse.
Ling Yanyan frowned. Was this the corpse poison carried by the zombie? Ling Yanyan tried to inhale it, but it had no effect at all.
Ling Yanyan tossed the corpse aside and continued searching for his next prey. However, a short while later, he became infected with corpse poison, his body stiffening and his movements sluggish. Ling Yanyan immediately took the antidote and continued his search.
"Roar!" A zombie suddenly pounced on Ling Yanyan. Ling Yanyan dodged to the side, then struck the zombie's chest with a palm strike, knocking it back several steps.
"Bang!" The zombie fell to the ground. Ling Yanyan did not let his guard down because he sensed a sinister and terrifying aura coming from afar.
Ling Yanyan's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly chased after the zombie. He saw a zombie fleeing at high speed. Ling Yanyan quickly used his lightness skill to give chase, and after chasing for several hundred meters, he finally caught up with the zombie.
The zombie glanced at Ling Yanyan, then continued running forward. Ling Yanyan hurriedly chased after it, then punched the zombie in the back, sending it flying.
At this moment, Ling Yanyan noticed that the zombie's back was already bruised and emitting a strong stench. Without hesitation, Ling Yanyan plunged his sword into it, instantly piercing the zombie's neck.
Ling Yanyan drew his longsword and looked at it. The blade was jet black, exceptionally sharp, and the tip was stained with some dirt. Ling Yanyan flicked it forcefully, and the dirt scattered on the ground.
Ling Yanyan raised his head, looked at the sky, and then leaped towards the cave.
"Roar!"—A series of roars rang out as a group of zombies charged forward.
Ling Yanyan snorted coldly: "A mere zombie dares to stop me."
"Bang!" Ling Yanyan slashed out with his sword, sending several zombie heads flying, and Ling Yanyan's body was also knocked back two steps.
"So powerful?" Ling Yanyan was shocked. Although he hadn't used his true energy, his physical strength had reached a thousand jin, yet he still hadn't been able to kill these zombies instantly.
Just then, a zombie's head struck Ling Yanyan's chest.
"Pfft!" Ling Yan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his body staggering backward. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and managed to regain his balance. A large dent appeared in Ling Yan Yan's chest, and his aura weakened considerably.
Ling Yanyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a ruthless look on his face: "As expected of zombies, your physical defense and strength are stronger than ordinary martial artists, and you are also highly poisonous. No wonder even a peak martial arts master can't do anything to you."
Ling Yanyan gripped the longsword in his hand and began to wield it, flashing sword shadows and igniting a sky full of flames.
"Swish, swish, swish." Ling Yanyan flipped his wrist, and sword shadows flashed continuously, becoming more and more dense, with sword energy crisscrossing, enveloping the group of zombies.
Ling Yanyan already has several wounds on her body, but these wounds are not fatal and she will recover after a few days of rest.