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

Chapter 566

Ling Yanyan dodged the zombie's attack with a flash, and then thrust his sword at the zombie.

The zombie reached out to grab Ling Yanyan's longsword, but Ling Yanyan's longsword slipped through the gaps between the zombie's fingers with great dexterity.

"Ding!"

The longsword collided with the zombie's claws, producing a crisp sound and sparks flying. Both the zombie and Ling Yan Yan were jolted back.

At this moment, the zombie's body also changed. He was no longer the withered old corpse, but a young man of about twenty years old.

He was tall and imposing, with handsome features, bronze skin, and eyes that gleamed with a greenish light. He exuded a dangerous and sinister aura.

Ling Yanyan frowned, his mood somewhat grave. He sensed that this zombie was much stronger than the ones he had encountered before.

Sure enough, after the zombie changed its appearance, Ling Yanyan saw black smoke rising from its body, and its originally rotten skin quickly grew and healed, returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

The zombie revealed a set of white teeth, a cruel smile on his face: "I never thought I'd see humans again, this is wonderful!" As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared, and then Ling Yanyan felt a sharp pain in his back.

The zombie sucked hard, drawing Ling Yanyan's blood into its mouth, and then revealed a satisfied expression.

At this moment, a large number of zombies had gathered around, staring at Ling Yanyan with predatory eyes, as if they could pounce on him and tear him apart at any moment.

"Damn it, how could this happen?" Ling Yanyan's eyes grew even colder, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from his body.

Although Ling Yanyan didn't know what a zombie was, with his extraordinary cultivation level, he was naturally able to sense the evil aura emanating from it.

This malevolent aura enraged Ling Yanyan. He decided to deal with these evil individuals first, and then take care of the others later.

"what!"

Ling Yanyan roared to the sky, his aura surging, sweeping outwards like a storm. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a bloodthirsty desire.

"Bang bang bang!"

The surrounding zombies exploded instantly, crushed to death by the terrifying force, and even the nearby trees were affected, collapsing with a crash.

"Ah! Run away!"

The remaining zombies were terrified and hurriedly scattered in all directions.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from Ling Yanyan's body. With one step, the entire ground trembled.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Ling Yanyan had already rushed into the zombie horde. He wielded his longsword and frantically hacked at the zombies.

Ling Yanyan was like a demon god descending to earth. Wherever he went, rivers of blood flowed, and screams and cries for help rose and fell. However, not a single zombie dared to stop.

Because the tragic state of their fallen comrades was so terrible that there was no way they could have survived.

Ling Yanyan's figure was like a ghost, each swing of his longsword slaying a zombie as easily as harvesting straw. In just a few minutes, all the zombies around him were dead, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Ling Yanyan's clothes were stained with blood, but his expression remained indifferent. He walked to the zombie's side, looked down at it, and asked, "What kind of zombie are you? Why are you attacking humans?"

This zombie looked quite ordinary, with nothing unusual about it except for its resemblance to a human. However, this didn't mean it was unrelated to humans; Ling Yanyan suspected that this creature was created by some sorcerer.

The zombie grinned, revealing its gleaming white teeth: "Hehehe!" It let out a harsh, grating laugh and said, "You're not afraid of me?"

Ling Yanyan said calmly, "So what if I'm afraid of you? So what if I'm not afraid of you?"

The zombie paused slightly, then continued laughing, "Kid, you've got guts, I like that. Would you like to be my servant?"