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

Chapter 840

But now things are much better. The system actually gave him 500 experience points, which means he can level up by just playing around with a few zombies.

"Hoohoo!"

Suddenly, the zombie king's roar came over, disrupting Ling Yanyan's thoughts.

"not good!"

Ling Yanyan's expression changed, and he immediately stood up and rushed towards the zombie king, clenching his right fist and smashing it hard at the zombie king.

The Zombie King reacted incredibly fast, his body swaying as he barely dodged Ling Yanyan's ferocious attack.

"call out!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Zombie King suddenly kicked his leg and retreated rapidly, quickly widening the distance between himself and Ling Yanyan.

"Roar!"

The Zombie King roared, its blood-red eyes fixed on Ling Yanyan.

"Heh heh! Since that's the case, then you're destined to die here today." Ling Yanyan sneered, brandishing his dagger once again as he charged towards the zombie king.

The zombie king let out a deafening roar, then raised its bloody fangs and bit down.

"clang!"

Ling Yanyan used the dagger in his left hand to block the zombie king's fangs, then clenched his right fist and slammed it hard into the zombie king's head.

Ling Yanyan smashed half of the zombie king's head with a single punch, and blood splattered across the sky.

"Roar!"

The zombie king let out a painful howl, and its massive body crashed to the ground, dead.

Ling Yanyan was panting heavily, his face pale, his clothes soaked in blood, and he looked extremely disheveled.

Just then, roars echoed from all around, and hundreds of zombies charged towards Ling Yanyan.

"Grass mud horse!"

Ling Yanyan roared, his body vanished instantly, and he reappeared ten meters away. A sinister smile appeared on his face, and he charged directly into the zombie horde.

"Clang clang clang!"

Ling Yanyan attacked wildly, one punch after another, each punch containing terrifying power.

In just a moment, fifty or sixty zombies were scattered and fell to the ground by Ling Yanyan.

Upon seeing this, the Zombie King roared to the sky, its ghostly fire flickering in its eye sockets as if it were about to burst forth.

Ling Yanyan stopped fighting, sat cross-legged, and began circulating his internal energy to heal his injuries.

A dazzling golden light emanated from Ling Yanyan's body, enveloping him and then slowly merging with him.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully advancing to the third-rank cultivator level!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired a new skill—Object Manipulation!"

"Ding!

Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Zombie Spirit!

"Ding!

Congratulations, host, you have gained 50 experience points.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have gained 5 experience points."

As the system continuously beeped, Ling Yanyan finally stopped practicing his healing techniques and opened his eyes.

By this time, his injuries had mostly healed, but he couldn't be happy.

The battle just now had nearly depleted his vital energy.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the zombie king in the distance suddenly roared to the sky, and two balls of green ghost fire burned in its eye sockets. Then it darted in front of Ling Yan Yan and its huge claws reached out to grab Ling Yan Yan like lightning.

Ling Yanyan raised his hand to block, but was slapped and sent flying, crashing into a large tree not far away before falling to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ling Yanyan struggled to his feet, clutching his chest and coughing violently. He looked at the zombie king in the distance, secretly alarmed: "Damn it, how did this guy suddenly become even more powerful?"

Ling Yanyan originally thought that the Zombie King's strength should have been greatly weakened after he injured it, but he did not expect that the Zombie King could still unleash such terrifying power.

"Roar!"

The Zombie King walked heavily toward Ling Yanyan.

"Damn, I'll give it my all!"

Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth, then raised his Xuan Tie sword to meet the attack.

"Shh!"

Ling Yanyan leaped into the air, wielding the Xuan Tie sword, its sharp, cold light flashing as he slashed towards the zombie king's head.

A glint of intelligence flashed in the Zombie King's eyes, and then it pounced on Ling Yanyan, opening its blood-red maw to bite at Ling Yanyan's neck.