PFC Chapter 1026
Chapter 1026
They completely suppressed the Zombie King.
"No, if this continues, I'll be worn down sooner or later!"
The zombie king's eyes flickered rapidly, his heart filled with apprehension.
Ling Yanyan's combat experience was too rich; every move he made contained profound and secret techniques, and he simply couldn't withstand it.
Swish!
The next moment, the zombie king suddenly turned and retreated.
boom!
A black wave of energy swept out, sending Ling Yanyan flying.
"Trying to escape? No way!"
Ling Yanyan's expression changed, and he quickly reacted, lunging forward again to stop the zombie king.
call out!
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Suddenly, the zombie king's hand lengthened, becoming like a sharp claw, gleaming with dark light, and reached out to grab Ling Yanyan's neck.
"roll!"
Ling Yanyan frowned, reached out and struck out with his palm to meet the attack.
Boom!
A loud bang was heard, a strong wind raged, and dust flew everywhere.
puff!
Immediately following was a miserable scream, and the zombie king was sent flying backward.
Ling Yan Yan remained motionless, standing proudly in the center.
"How could it possibly change?"
The Zombie King looked utterly incredulous.
One of his arms hung limply at his sides, revealing several shocking scars.
His bones had been broken by Ling Yanyan's slap.
"You dare betray the Corpse Ancestor, you deserve to die!"
Ling Yanyan's face was icy cold, and his killing intent surged as he walked step by step toward the Zombie King.
"I was raised by the Corpse Ancestor, and I am utterly loyal and will never betray him."
The Zombie King's eyes flickered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, as he spoke with difficulty.
He had used all his strength in that move, but he still couldn't break through Ling Yanyan's defense and instead suffered a severe injury.
"Hmph, your so-called loyalty is to turn me into a living corpse and use me as your tool?"
Ling Yanyan sneered, his heart turning ice-cold.
He never expected that after he left, the Zombie King would actually side with the Zombie Ancestor and commit heinous acts.
"You forced me to do all of this."
The Zombie King gritted his teeth and glared venomously at Ling Yan Yan.
He then clasped his hands together and uttered ancient and obscure musical notes.
Buzz!
In an instant, countless small coffins appeared around him.
Each coffin had writing on it.
"This is... zombie script?"
Ling Yanyan's pupils shrank sharply, revealing a look of horror.
Among zombies, there are ordinary zombies and zombie kings.
These small coffins contain ordinary zombies.
Moreover, there seems to be something inside these coffins.
"Hahaha, you know right, these coffins were specially prepared for you. Today, you must die."
The Zombie King laughed loudly, his eyes gleaming with a cruel and bloodthirsty light.
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the group of coffins.
Click, click, click!
Suddenly, the coffins opened on their own, and one zombie after another emerged.
There were as many as five or six thousand bodies, completely surrounding Ling Yanyan.
These zombies are weak; they haven't even reached the Innate Realm.
But their advantage lay in their sheer numbers and their fearlessness, as they charged forward in a massive swarm.
"court death!"
Ling Yanyan's eyes were icy cold, filled with murderous intent.
"Nine Nether Finger!"
He pointed his finger, and a ray of golden light burst forth, as if descending from the deepest hell, carrying boundless killing intent.
Puff puff!
One zombie after another had their heads pierced and died a violent death.
"what!"
Seeing his hard-trained subordinates all die tragically, the Zombie King roared.
"I am going to kill you!"
His eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were about to burst, and the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable.
These subordinates were all cultivated by him at great cost.
Some of them were even his own brothers.
Now, however, they have all died under Ling Yanyan's sword.
How could he possibly accept that?
"Ling Yanyan, you deserve to die!"
The Zombie King roared to the sky, his voice shaking the surrounding area.
Upon hearing this, Ling Yanyan's expression darkened slightly, but he did not stop attacking.
boom!
Ling Yanyan swept his leg, kicking a zombie away, and in the gap, the zombie king had already arrived.
"The Corpse Ancestor's Secret Technique: Ghost King Seal!"
He let out a low growl, and his right index finger curled up like an eagle's claw.
call!
The next moment, Ling Yanyan felt a strange attraction coming towards him.
He found himself flying toward the zombie king without even realizing it.
"not good!"
Ling Yanyan was shocked.
He struggled desperately, but to no avail.
"Heh heh, the cultivation technique I practice was passed down by the Corpse Ancestor, and it is specifically designed to counter Yang Gang. How could you, a mere mortal, possibly contend with me?"
The zombie king let out a sinister laugh.
"Corpse Ancestor's Secret Technique: Devour!"
With a roar, he suddenly opened his claws, which emitted a scarlet light.
"Oh no! This zombie king has actually cultivated the Corpse Ancestor Technique!"
Ling Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed drastically.
The "Corpse Ancestor's Manual" was passed down by the Corpse Ancestor.
It is one of the sect's signature techniques of the Corpse Ancestor.
Its power is extremely terrifying.
If one cultivates to the peak, one can even turn decay into wonder, devour the life force of all things, transform it into corpse energy, and enhance oneself.
Although Ling Yanyan was very strong, he did not dare to confront him head-on.
Wow!
His armor had mostly fallen off, revealing his true form.
This is a bronze corpse!
His original appearance was like a bronze sculpture, radiating a faint metallic luster.
At this moment, the armor peels off, revealing the skin underneath.