PFC Chapter 955
Chapter 955
"Oh no! This guy is summoning his companions!" Ling Yanyan exclaimed, then used all her strength to rush forward and attack the zombie king.
"Bang!" The Zombie King raised his withered right hand, blocking Ling Yanyan's attack.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Yanyan grabbed the zombie king's hand and pulled him away, hoping to escape this hellish place.
However, the zombie king's hands were as hard as copper and iron, and no matter how hard Ling Yanyan tried, they did not budge.
"Haha, don't waste your time. This is my territory. Unless you have the ability to break the barrier, you won't escape my grasp," the Zombie King said arrogantly.
"You bastard, I'll take your life!" Ling Yanyan was furious and swung his fist at the zombie king's head, trying to knock it unconscious.
The Zombie King tilted his head to dodge Ling Yanyan's attack, then said in a sinister tone, "Since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, then I'll send you to meet the King of Hell."
"call out!"
The zombie king's left claw pierced Ling Yanyan's shoulder, then suddenly pulled it out.
"Ugh!" Ling Yanyan clutched his shoulder, unable to help but cry out in pain.
The zombie king grinned, then swung its claws again, tearing off Ling Yanyan's other shoulder blade.
"Ugh." Ling Yanyan trembled all over in pain, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.
"How is it? Not bad, right?" The Zombie King laughed loudly, his laughter harsh and unpleasant.
Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth, desperately enduring the pain, and continued to attack the zombie king.
Driven to desperation by Ling Yan Yan, the Zombie King also began to fight back fiercely, and the two fought to a standstill.
Suddenly, the zombie king narrowed its eyes, and a green lightning bolt shot out from its pupil.
"Bang!" Ling Yanyan was unable to dodge in time and was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
He felt as if all the bones in his body were shattered, and he was about to fall apart.
Ling Yanyan struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so capable!"
"You're only relying on your magical artifact!" the Zombie King said angrily. "Without it, I could crush you like an ant!"
"Oh, then go ahead and crush me!" Ling Yanyan shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I can guarantee that once you make a move, you will definitely die before me."
The Zombie King paused for a moment, then sneered, "Boy, don't try to scare me."
"Believe it or not." Ling Yanyan shrugged.
The Zombie King, his face grim, said, "You brat, I admit you are quite amusing, but I'm done playing. I'll send you to your grave now!"
"You dare!" Ling Yanyan's face darkened as he glared at the zombie king and said coldly.
"You try!" The zombie king's face was ferocious, revealing sharp fangs.
"Do you think you can still move?" Ling Yanyan said coldly. "Right now, you only have a little strength left. What makes you so confident that you can kill me?"
The Zombie King was taken aback upon hearing this, then flew into a rage: "Damn mortal, you're asking for death!"
The Zombie King roared and charged towards Ling Yanyan.
However, Ling Yanyan neither dodged nor avoided the zombie king, letting it pounce on him with its arms outstretched.
The zombie king was taken aback and stopped in his tracks.
"What? You can't bear to kill me?" Ling Yanyan mocked.
The Zombie King glared at him, then his ferocious expression returned, and he said in a sinister tone, "Since you seek death, I will grant your wish!"
"boom!"
The Zombie King struck again, aiming straight for the vital point on Ling Yanyan's neck.
However, this time, the Zombie King miscalculated. Ling Yanyan's body suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was only five or six meters away from the Zombie King.
The Zombie King's pupils contracted slightly.
"Whoosh!" Ling Yanyan was extremely fast, instantly arriving in front of the Zombie King and punching him in the waist.
The zombie king let out a painful scream, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.
"How is this possible?" The Zombie King stared at Ling Yan Yan in disbelief. "You're clearly poisoned, so why can you still move freely?"
Ling Yanyan glanced at it coldly and said indifferently, "My master taught me that when encountering danger, one should not panic, but rather learn to calm down and think of a solution. Therefore, I have never panicked."
The Zombie King frowned deeply and asked, "Who is your master?"
"No comment," Ling Yanyan said coldly.
The Zombie King's eyes were icy cold as he chuckled sinisterly, "Heh heh, your master must be a master of the Maoshan Sect, right? I happen to be short of an alchemy apprentice. If you're willing to become my servant, I might spare your life."
Ling Yanyan's eyes flashed with a cold light, "I don't care who you are, I'm going to take Xiaoxue away today."
"Stubborn fool!" the Zombie King roared, then attacked Ling Yanyan again.
Ling Yanyan also went to meet him and engaged in a fierce battle with the zombie king.
Although Ling Yanyan's strength was far inferior to that of the Zombie King, he managed to barely withstand the Zombie King's attacks thanks to the support of various esoteric arts and magical artifacts.
The zombie king grew increasingly alarmed as he fought; how could this ant-like human actually withstand his attacks?!
"Roar!" The Zombie King roared, his eyes growing colder and colder, looking as if he wanted to tear Ling Yan Yan to shreds.
"Bang!" The two zombies became entangled, tearing at and attacking each other.
Blood trickled from the corner of Ling Yanyan's mouth. His body was riddled with wounds, and the intense pain made him dizzy and even blurred his consciousness.
The Zombie King was also suffering; every attack from Ling Yanyan caused its chest to ache.
It had lost count of how long it had been since it had been injured, and it never expected to fall into the hands of a mere mortal today.
The Zombie King was filled with rage and wanted to utterly destroy this lowly human who dared to challenge his dignity!
It attacked relentlessly, and Ling Yanyan was completely unable to defend herself, forced to defend as well.
The zombie king's attacks were too fierce, completely disregarding his own safety.
Its claws sliced through the air, leaving a long white trail. Ling Yan Yan's clothes were also torn by the claws, revealing her skin.
"Pfft!" Ling Yanyan was ripped open with a three-inch-long gash, and bright red blood gushed out.
Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay focused and refusing to give in.
Ling Yanyan knew very well that if he gave up, he would surely die.
Therefore, he would rather die than be a coward!
At this moment, Ling Yanyan's eyes slowly turned red, and the surrounding environment seemed to become distorted, as if it had turned into an illusion.
"Huh, what's going on?" The zombie king suddenly stopped attacking and looked around in surprise, feeling that the scenery was somewhat familiar.
"Hmm?" Just as the zombie king hesitated, Ling Yanyan seized the opportunity and used all his strength to strike the zombie king's chest with a palm.
The zombie king was sent flying several meters. After landing, it struggled to get up, its eyes filled with horror.
"Where is this?" the Zombie King muttered to itself, feeling a wave of weakness wash over it, as if the blow it had just delivered had drained a tremendous amount of its strength.
"Hmph!" Ling Yanyan snorted and slowly walked towards the Zombie King.
Ling Yanyan had a feeling that there was some special secret here, because the zombie king gave him a very strange feeling.