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

Chapter 806

"Huh?" Suddenly, Ling Yanyan frowned, sensing a strange aura slowly approaching.

Ling Yanyan suddenly stood up, looked into the woods not far away, and shouted coldly, "Who's there?"

"Swish."

Several agile figures rushed out of the dense forest and appeared in front of Ling Yanyan in the blink of an eye. The five people lined up and surrounded him.

All five of them were martial artists at the Bronze Realm, with the lowest being at the peak of the Bronze Realm, and one of them even reaching the Brass Realm.

Ling Yanyan was startled. He hadn't expected the Li family to have a martial artist at the Bronze Realm. This level of strength was considered top-tier even in Nanling County.

The leader sneered, "Kid, I advise you to surrender obediently, then I might at least leave you with a whole corpse." Ling Yanyan sneered, "Are you sure you can kill me?"

"Enough with the nonsense! Prepare to die!" the middle-aged man in the lead shouted in a deep voice, and charged forward first.

Ling Yanyan's face darkened. He had already sensed that these people clearly had ill intentions. It seemed the Li family really intended to eliminate him.

"Boom!"

Ling Yanyan fearlessly charged forward and engaged him in battle.

Although Ling Yan Yan was only a Body Tempering stage martial artist, his physical strength meant that even Xuan-level martial arts techniques couldn't harm him. However, the middle-aged man in the lead was, after all, a Bronze stage martial artist with formidable strength.

Even so, Ling Yanyan was at a disadvantage.

"boom!"

After several more exchanges, Ling Yanyan finally couldn't withstand the blow and was struck in the chest by the middle-aged man's fist, sending him flying backward. His chest caved in, and blood gushed out, a horrifying sight.

Ling Yanyan struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression turning grave. He knew these people must be guards trained by the Li family; otherwise, how could they possess such formidable strength?

"Boy, are you going to surrender now, or do you want us to use torture?" The middle-aged man in the lead looked coldly at Ling Yanyan and threatened him in a chilling tone.

Ling Yanyan glared at these people through gritted teeth, his heart burning with rage, wishing he could destroy the Li family. With a thought, a ghost appeared beside him.

"Ghost soldier, eat him quickly!" Ling Yanyan hurriedly ordered.

The ghost soldier let out an excited cry and lunged at the middle-aged man in the lead, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

The middle-aged man's pupils constricted, a look of horror flashing across his face. He hadn't expected Ling Yanyan to possess such an ability.

"Oh!"

The middle-aged man reacted quickly, punching the ghost soldier and shattering it.

"You brat, you dare to trick me!" the middle-aged man roared angrily. He hadn't expected Ling Yanyan to have the ability to control ghost soldiers; even with so many of them working together, they couldn't kill him, which showed just how powerful he was.

Ling Yanyan chuckled and said, "You only have yourself to blame for being so blind as to trespass on my territory. None of you will leave here alive today."

Upon hearing Ling Yanyan's words, the group of men in black immediately changed color.

They were well aware of Ling Yanyan's ruthlessness. The fact that so many of them, including a bronze-level martial artist, couldn't defeat him was enough to prove just how terrifying Ling Yanyan's strength was.

This is trouble.

"Whoosh!"

The middle-aged man at the head of the group suddenly retreated. He knew Ling Yanyan's abilities were strange and miraculous, and he needed to create distance as quickly as possible.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ling Yanyan stared coldly at the middle-aged man in the lead, then kicked off and chased after him.

"Swipe!"

The group of men in black scattered and fled, attempting to stop Ling Yanyan. But their efforts were completely futile. Ling Yanyan unleashed a 'Iron Sand Palm', sending them flying and crashing to the ground, their fates unknown.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man cursed inwardly, "Useless."

However, he didn't stop fleeing; instead, he quickened his pace. He realized that Ling Yanyan seemed unable to keep up with his speed, and gradually, the distance between them grew wider and wider.