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

Chapter 857

Ling Yanyan was sent flying by a palm strike, his clothes were completely torn, and he was covered in blood. His injuries were getting worse and worse.

"Roar!"

The mummified corpse roared and transformed into a black shadow, rushing towards Ling Yanyan with lightning speed.

Ling Yanyan barely managed to support himself and struggled to resist.

Finally, he was pinned down by the mummified corpse, a sharp claw pressed against his shoulder, the tip of the claw only millimeters away from Ling Yan Yan's cheek...

Ling Yanyan was breathing rapidly, his face was flushed red, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his body was covered in blood.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a foul wind blew, and the mummified corpse slowly raised its claws, slashing towards Ling Yanyan's throat.

"It's over!" Ling Yanyan closed his eyes, preparing to face death.

Just then, he felt a warmth coming from him, followed by a piercing pain that gnawed at his nerves.

"Ah!" Ling Yanyan screamed, his face contorted in agony, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his facial muscles twitching.

Ling Yanyan felt as if a hard stone was pressing on his throat, blocking his trachea, making it impossible for him to breathe, and he felt extremely suffocated.

At the same time, the pain caused his heart to pound violently, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

The excruciating pain felt like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, causing him to tremble all over.

"Roar!"

The mummified corpse growled, sensing the abnormality in Ling Yanyan's body, and immediately released its claws.

"Cough! Cough!"

Ling Yanyan lay on the ground, coughing violently. With each cough, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

He almost suffocated for a moment.

"That was close." Ling Yanyan wiped the blood from his face, his heart filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

He really thought he was going to die, after all, that claw was only inches away from him.

If he had been even a fraction of a second later, he might have died.

"This mummified corpse is too bizarre."

Ling Yanyan frowned, staring at the mummified corpse in the distance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "You forced me to do this."

Ling Yanyan took out the jade talisman, and a wisp of flame ignited in his hand. Then, he threw the jade talisman into the fire, and a raging fire rose up.

The next moment, all the evil energy remaining on the jade talisman 22 surged into Ling Yanyan's body.

For a moment, Ling Yanyan's body emitted a faint red light, as if he were wearing a layer of red armor.

"Hoohoo!"

Upon seeing this, the mummified corpse's pupils constricted, and its murderous aura surged to the sky. It abandoned Ling Yanyan and rushed out of the cave.

"Want to leave? No way!"

Ling Yanyan shouted coldly, his figure swaying as he chased after the dried corpse.

"Roar!"

The mummified corpse growled in a low voice as it ran swiftly, disappearing into the depths of the cave in the blink of an eye.

"Damn zombies!" Ling Yanyan cursed angrily, and had no choice but to give up the pursuit.

The mummified corpse was running so fast that Ling Yanyan couldn't even touch its tail.

However, Ling Yanyan did not give up and continued to search within the mountain range.

This mountain range is very vast, stretching for thousands of miles, with peaks soaring into the clouds.

In Ling Yanyan's memory, this mountain range was called Nanling, a treasure land rich in spiritual energy and resources.

All martial artists and cultivators yearn to go to the Southern Ridge for training, because the Southern Ridge is full of treasures, opportunities, and even inheritances.

"Roar!"

Behind Ling Yanyan, the mummified corpse followed him, roaring incessantly, its voice shaking the surrounding area.

Ling Yanyan kept dodging, not daring to linger for even a moment, fearing that the mummified corpse would suddenly attack again and kill him.

Ling Yanyan traversed the mountains and soon found a stream with very rich spiritual energy.

"Roar!"

The mummified corpse followed, roaring angrily at Ling Yanyan, appearing extremely agitated.

Its eyes were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent as it relentlessly approached Ling Yan Yan.

Ling Yanyan stood up, wiped the blood off his face, and stared at the desiccated corpse: "I'd like to see if you can regain your sanity."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved like lightning, instantly closing in and swinging his right fist with terrifying force, directly smashing it into the mummified corpse's head.