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

Chapter 823

"Huff!" Ling Yanyan gasped for breath, his forehead covered in sweat and his face pale.

Although it was only a short battle with the zombie king, it consumed a lot of Ling Yanyan's energy.

"Whoosh!" The Zombie King's crimson eyes locked onto Ling Yan Yan, and he moved with lightning speed towards Ling Yan Yan.

"Come on! You beast! Today I, Ling Yanyan, will send you to your death." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Ling Yanyan's lips as he held the Netherworld Demon Blade and charged straight at the Zombie King.

Ling Yanyan and the Zombie King engaged in a fierce battle, their fight being extremely intense and far more intense than before.

The Zombie King is stronger than Ling Yanyan. If Ling Yanyan wants to win, the only way is to suppress the Zombie King with his soul power.

Ling Yanyan's soul realm has reached the early stage of the fifth rank, which allows him to easily suppress the Zombie King's soul realm.

Before long, the Zombie King's soul realm had fallen to the fourth rank.

"Hiss!" The zombie king hissed, a look of panic flashing in its crimson eyes.

The Zombie King's intelligence is clearly not as high as before.

"Bang!" Ling Yanyan struck out with a palm, knocking back the zombie king. In a flash, he appeared in front of the zombie king and punched it on the head.

The zombie king let out a painful cry, its head caved in, and blood flowed from its eye sockets, dripping to the ground.

"Hiss!" The zombie king struggled to his feet, glared at Ling Yanyan with resentment, and then turned and ran away.

The zombie king was injured. It knew it was no match for Ling Yan Yan, and if it stayed any longer, it would surely be killed.

So the zombie king chose to run away, because it knew that if it stayed any longer, it would surely die.

"Roar! Roar!" The Zombie King roared twice and led the horde of zombies away.

"Damn! It got away!" Ling Yanyan rolled his eyes as he watched the fleeing zombie king.

Ling Yanyan did not give chase because he was worried that the zombie king would summon more zombies.

That would be terrible.

"Let's talk about it later." Ling Yanyan frowned and pondered for a moment, then stopped paying attention to the zombie king.

Ling Yanyan slowly walked into the ancient forest, preparing to search for medicinal herbs to refine elixirs.

Ling Yanyan was searching for medicinal herbs in the bushes when he suddenly sensed a powerful sense of danger.

"Hmm? What is that?" Ling Yanyan frowned slightly and moved quickly.

Under an ancient tree a hundred meters to Ling Yanyan's left, a skeleton lay quietly, its bones broken and dead, yet its body emanated a powerful aura that instilled fear in all who beheld it.

"A sixth-level martial artist!" Ling Yanyan's face showed surprise.

A sixth-level martial artist—this was something Ling Yanyan hadn't expected. He had thought that encountering a martial artist below the third level would be incredibly lucky.

After all, he only has the strength of the peak of the third rank, which is not enough to match the strength of a Martial Grandmaster.

Moreover, beings like Martial Venerable, Martial Saint, and Martial Emperor could not possibly appear here.

I have no idea where this guy came from.

"Huh? This guy is still alive?" Ling Yanyan was slightly taken aback when he saw the skeleton.

Ling Yanyan walked up to the skeleton, squatted down, and examined it.

The skeleton was dressed in tattered armor and exuded a sinister aura that sent chills down one's spine.

The skeleton did not react at all, as if it had been dead for many years.

"Strange, did that powerful energy surge come from this skeleton?" Ling Yan Yan frowned in thought.

Ling Yanyan examined it for a while but found nothing unusual.

Then, Ling Yanyan searched the entire ancient forest, but found nothing except some snacks.

"Damn! He really is a penniless wretch, can't even come up with a single copper coin." Ling Yanyan cursed under his breath, packed his things, and quickly left.

Ling Yanyan did not return to the village, but went straight into the depths of the mountains because he felt that entering the ruins was very strange and that he might encounter danger, so it was best not to go back.

The further Ling Yanyan went, the more desolate it felt, and he didn't encounter any living creatures along the way.

"Hiss!" Suddenly, a hissing sound echoed through the forest, causing the surrounding trees to tremble violently.

"Whoosh!" A sharp, piercing sound of wind breaking rang out as thousands of long arrows ripped through the void and hurtled towards them.