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

Chapter 843

The Zombie King dodged Ling Yanyan's attack once again, while its other claw transformed into a blur as it reached out to grab Ling Yanyan.

"Oh!"

The zombie king's claw landed directly on Ling Yanyan's shoulder, and Ling Yanyan felt a piercing pain.

"Damn, this guy's defense is so amazing, how am I supposed to compete?"

Ling Yanyan said dejectedly.

Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth and then plunged his sword into the zombie king's stomach.

Ling Yanyan channeled all his spiritual energy into the Xuan Tie Sword, causing it to burst forth with a blinding white light.

"boom!"

The Xuan Tie Sword erupted with intense light, blasting the Zombie King away.

"Pfft!"

After landing, the zombie king rolled twice before regaining its balance, then glared at Ling Yanyan with a ferocious expression.

The Zombie King roared and then leaped up, pouncing towards Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yan Yan retreated rapidly, dodging the zombie king's attack.

The zombie king stomped its legs on the ground and then pounced on Ling Yanyan again.

"Swipe!"

Ling Yanyan slashed at the Zombie King three times in succession, then cleaved the Zombie King's claws away. However, Ling Yanyan's tiger's mouth also split open, and bright red liquid flowed out.

"Roar!"

The Zombie King roared angrily, then leaped up and pounced on Ling Yanyan.

"Grass mud horse!"

Ling Yanyan couldn't help but curse, his figure flashing to the side with lightning speed, dodging the zombie king's attack...

"boom!"

The zombie king landed on the ground and then punched Ling Yanyan.

"drink!"

Ling Yanyan shouted loudly, then slashed forward with his Xuan Tie sword, striking the zombie king's fist.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, Ling Yanyan was surprised to find that the Zombie King's fist was unharmed.

"Hahaha! Kid, you're dead!"

Suddenly, the zombie king burst into wild laughter, and then its claws slammed hard on Ling Yanyan's shoulder.

Ling Yanyan felt as if his shoulder bones were broken, and the intense pain made his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"boom!"

The zombie king opened its enormous mouth again and lunged at Ling Yanyan.

"I rely on!"

Ling Yanyan was shocked and staggered backward, but he had only taken a few steps when he heard a "crack!" sound as the zombie king bit off his ankle.

Ling Yanyan couldn't help but let out a wail, then knelt on one knee, clutching his wound.

"hiss!"

Although the intense pain had turned Ling Yan Yan pale, he remained standing still, his eyes fixed on the Zombie King.

The zombie king also stopped attacking, then tilted its head to look at Ling Yanyan, its green eyes surprisingly showing a hint of appreciation.

"Could it be that this zombie king is not very intelligent, so it doesn't dare to attack me easily?" Ling Yanyan wondered to himself.

The Zombie King charged at Ling Yan Yan again, this time even faster.

Ling Yanyan raised his Xuan Tie sword and slashed at the Zombie King's throat.

A metallic clang rang out as the Xuan Tie Sword clashed with the Zombie King's claws, forcing both the Zombie King and Ling Yan Yan to retreat.

The zombie king's feet landed, creating a deep crater in the floor.

As Ling Yanyan's feet touched the ground, the floor shattered, and a cloud of dust billowed up from beneath his feet.

Ling Yanyan's 22-year-old chest heaved violently, and he was breathing heavily.

With a loud roar, the Zombie King pounced on Ling Yan Yan again, its sharp claws slamming down on him.

"Hmph, come on!"

Ling Yanyan snorted coldly and suddenly raised his Xuan Tie sword to meet the zombie king's claws.

"clang!"

The zombie king's claws slammed into the black iron sword, sparks flying everywhere.

Ling Yanyan felt a tingling sensation in his right arm.

The next instant, the Zombie King delivered a whip kick to Ling Yanyan's abdomen.

"puff!"

Ling Yanyan's face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

His body crashed into a tree, breaking it, before finally falling to the ground.

Ling Yanyan struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He was panting heavily. He had indeed been defeated; his strength was far inferior to that of the Zombie King.

"I refuse to believe it. If I can't kill you today, I'm not a Ling."

Ling Yanyan roared and charged out again, rushing towards the Zombie King.

"Qiang!"

The Xuan Tie sword struck the zombie king's back hard, but it produced a metallic clang.

"Ouch!"

The zombie king roared to the sky and swung out a claw that struck Ling Yanyan squarely in the chest. Ling Yanyan's chest caved in, and he flew backwards into the distance.

"Pfft!"

Ling Yan Yan coughed up another mouthful of blood, lying on the ground with a deathly pale face. He was now completely powerless to fight.

"I'm a bastard!"

Ling Yanyan cursed angrily, his heart filled with bitterness.

He never imagined that he, a grown man, would die here. How utterly shameful!