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

Chapter 763

"This guy! He's not completely dead." Ling Yanyan's expression changed slightly. He quickly drew his Crimson Sky Sword and stared warily at the red-robed old man.

Ling Yanyan could clearly see that the two soul flames in the red-robed old man's eye sockets were burning wildly, as if they wanted to burst out of their eye sockets.

At this moment, Ling Yanyan truly realized just how powerful this mummified corpse was. Although the opponent was now just a mummified corpse, it still exerted immense pressure on Ling Yanyan, as if he were facing not a mummified corpse, but an unparalleled ferocious beast.

"Heh heh! How dare you trespass into my mausoleum? It's been so long since anyone has come to keep me company." The old man in the red robe let out a piercing laugh, sinister and terrifying.

"You won't be able to resurrect." Ling Yanyan said through gritted teeth. He knew that the old man in red robes must have been very powerful in life, even though he had now turned into a dried-up corpse.

Their strength should be no weaker than a martial artist at the fifth level of the Innate Realm. Otherwise, why would I feel so suppressed?

"Haha! Kid, you're too young. Once I fully integrate with this body, I'll possess a perfect physique. Even martial artists at the eighth or ninth level of the Innate Realm won't be my match!" the red-robed elder said menacingly. "Let alone a mere junior..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red-robed elder flashed forward like a ghost, his speed astonishing. In an instant, he appeared beside Ling Yanyan and reached out to grab him.

"Bang!" Ling Yanyan raised the Crimson Sky Sword and blocked the red-robed old man's attack.

The red-robed elder snorted coldly, and a strange black flame surged from his palm, instantly entangling Ling Yanyan's Crimson Sky Sword and scorching it. At the same time, he slammed his other palm into Ling Yanyan's chest.

boom!

Ling Yanyan groaned as he was sent flying several meters, crashing into several stone pillars before finally stopping, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, die!" The red-robed old man's eyes were filled with cruelty. He took a step and his figure appeared in front of Ling Yan Yan in an instant. He punched Ling Yan Yan's head again.

This punch was powerful and heavy, carrying destructive force. If it landed, even a block of iron would shatter into dust.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, Ling Yanyan used all his strength to parry with his sword.

A tremendous force struck, sending Ling Yanyan flying backward and crashing to the ground, where he tumbled several times.

Ling Yan Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

"This mummified corpse is incredibly strong, it's inhuman!" Ling Yanyan said through gritted teeth. He had fought back desperately, but still couldn't withstand a single punch from the other party.

"Heh heh! You're still a long way off!" the red-robed old man sneered, his figure flashing out.

Ling Yan Yan's heart sank. His current condition was terrible, and his internal injuries were quite severe. His fighting strength was less than three or four tenths of what it used to be, making him completely unable to contend with the red-robed elder.

"Whoosh!" Ling Yanyan took off running, rushing towards the entrance of the ancient tomb. His speed was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the entrance of the ancient tomb.

"Trying to escape? Dream on!" the red-robed elder sneered, his figure vanishing from his spot in an instant, appearing at the entrance of the ancient tomb.

"Oh!"

A hand slammed into Ling Yanyan's back, and Ling Yanyan spat out another mouthful of blood. His body was thrown out like a cannonball, and wherever he passed, stone pillars, the ground, and rock walls all shattered.

Finally, Ling Yanyan fell to the ground, his body sinking half a foot into the ground.

The old man in red robes slowly walked out, looked down at Ling Yan Yan, grinned, revealing a row of sharp fangs: "Boy, it's your honor to die by my hand."

Before he finished speaking, the old man in the red robe disappeared from the spot once again.

"Shh!"

Ling Yan Yan's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he activated the "Wind Control Technique" and instantly moved his body.

"boom!"

A whooshing sound rang out, and Ling Yanyan felt a sharp pain in his waist. Then, as if struck by lightning, his body was sent flying backward.

"Cough cough cough!" Intense pain spread throughout Ling Yan Yan's entire body. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and his breath was extremely weak.