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

Chapter 1031

"Finally, he was killed by the Demon Lord!"

"At the moment of my death, my will was sealed within this corpse!"

Ling Yanyan's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse.

He slowly raised his right hand, and his fingertips shone with brilliant golden light.

hum!

The next moment, the golden light condensed and transformed into a golden rune, shining with dazzling golden light.

"what!!!"

The zombie king let out a miserable howl, its body twisting violently as if it were enduring immense pain.

"Oh no, this is the zombie curse!"

"You know the Zombie Curse? Who are you?!"

The zombie king panicked and roared hysterically.

The Zombie Curse is an extremely mysterious and bizarre spell.

Its production process is extremely complicated and requires the collection of various scarce materials.

Every ingredient is extremely precious and priceless.

Moreover, it must be the malevolent energy generated by a zombie that possesses sentience after its death.

Generally speaking, only beings at the level of a zombie king can learn this spell.

We don't even have the right to make contact with these zombie soldiers.

The Zombie King never expected that Ling Yanyan would also know the Zombie Curse.

What terrified him even more was that he sensed a unique aura emanating from Ling Yan Yan.

This fluctuation seemed to originate from the underworld, carrying a heavy aura of death and decay, which terrified the zombie king.

"What exactly is this thing?"

The zombie king's face showed fear and uncertainty.

The Zombie Curse is far more powerful than ordinary spells.

Once it erupts, it could destroy half the city!

Although the Zombie King is said to be immortal, he is not truly immortal.

He too will die if faced with a fatal crisis.

Once he dies, he will completely dissipate and can never be restored.

"Hmph, do you think I'd tell you?"

Ling Yanyan smiled dismissively.

"Zombie Curse".

call out!

The next moment, Ling Yanyan's eyes turned icy cold. He flicked his finger, and the golden zombie curse rune suddenly shot out, slamming hard into the zombie king's forehead.

Click!

In an instant, a crack appeared on the Zombie King's forehead, from which blood flowed, a horrifying sight.

"Ahhhh!"

The zombie king let out a mournful wail, a sound that pierced the heart.

This zombie curse was created based on the Yin energy of the Zombie King.

It's naturally invincible against ordinary zombies.

However, its effect is much weaker against beings like the Zombie King.

"I'll fight you!"

The zombie king roared and howled, causing the surrounding space to shake violently.

Immediately, he pounced on Ling Yanyan and began attacking her with bared teeth and claws.

Bang bang bang!

The zombie king's body was extremely tough; when he punched the floor, it left a clear fist dent.

"roll!"

Ling Yanyan coldly shouted and kicked the zombie king away.

The zombie king was kicked to the ground, his body twitched, and then he got up again.

His eyes widened, his face contorted with ferocity, and he charged forward again.

"Heh, it seems you don't know how powerful the Zombie Curse is."

Seeing this, Ling Yanyan raised an eyebrow, his eyes indifferent.

He was well aware of the power of the Zombie Curse.

Unless they are beings of the same level, it is absolutely impossible for them to withstand it for so long.

However, the zombie king in front of us is clearly no match!

Bang!

As expected, the zombie king's movements became slower and slower, and he eventually fell to the ground.

He was trembling all over, foaming at the mouth, spitting blood from his seven orifices, and on the verge of death.

"I...I give up."

The Zombie King gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty:

"May I ask who you are, sir?"

Ling Yanyan's strength is too great; he is not an ordinary martial artist at all.

Moreover, the zombie curse he cast had reached the peak of the third rank!

The Zombie King suspected that even in his prime, he might not be able to withstand this level of zombie curse.

But such a strong person could never remain unknown.

"You are not qualified to know."

Ling Yanyan replied coldly.

The Zombie King's strength was too weak; he was not even worth his attention.

"What do you want to do?"

The zombie king was pale, filled with shock and rage.

"What do I want to do?"

Ling Yanyan grinned, his eyes flashing with a chilling light...

"I want to turn you into a zombie and suppress you forever beside my coffin, to suffer the torment of the zombie curse day and night."