Chapter 38: Victory Against the Strong

"Xiu xiu xiu"

There, the thin cultivator prepares several Zombie Repression Talismans, all of them were of the sixth level. But even with that, he knew that these talismans could only do so much to an enraged zombie on par with a Level 9. It"s impossible to completely seal a Level 9 with these talismans, his dependence was still on his own zombie.

Zombies that consume the Zombie Explosion Pill are unpredictable, their body and souls become empowered and unstoppable. Normal tactics cannot be used to disable such zombies.

The bland, thin cultivator couldn"t imagine his zombie losing. As a level 9 Qi Refining cultivator himself, he is pretty powerful too. But 90% of his full power is determined by the flag. During his road of cultivation, his strongest weapons were his flag and his zombie.

This Soul Swallowing Flag is a common spiritual weapon used by corpse cultivators. The beam of the flag is made from Soul Aluminum, found in mines nourished by Yin Qi. It"s used as a net, trapping the souls of humans. The person wielding this flag would then use the trapped souls to invade the souls of others, destroying their mentality.

When used to fight zombies, it could completely devour their soul, and harness their bodies to possess.

Zombies are abandoned by the world, society included. The soul of a zombie is formed by fragments. The thin disciple a.s.sumed Zhang Yang"s soul was weak, weak enough for his flag to devour whole. It was impossible for him to believe that his flag had no effect, it almost even brought forth death.

"Boom!" Zhang Yang and the other zombie collide again, creating a frightening explosion. Two zombies stood in the forest, bodies completely wounded and torn up.

When using the pill"s power, Zhang Yang can stand on equal footing with the disciple"s zombie. In the midst of this pill storm, his madness swells as his control trembles. He has no idea about the pill"s time limit, but in contrast, he knows that the backlash will be life-altering if he wins.

If he fails to kill the two dangers in front of him, he"ll fall first.

Zhang Yang wants to take down the thin disciple first, but the pressure of his zombie destroys all possibilities. This zombie was incredibly cautious, always protecting his owner and vice versa.

It was impossible to avoid this zombie, but he needs to kill the disciple first.

Spreading his divine sense, he scans the area for any advantages.

In seconds, the disciple"s zombie pounces again, lunging towards Zhang Yang. To protect himself, Zhang Yang put up an offensive to counter, positioning his sharp nail to stab the heart of the disciple"s zombie.

But it was too simple, even for a zombie. The disciple"s zombie jerks his huge body, Zhang Yang"s finger stuck in his shoulder rather than heart.

"Piu—-"

The disciple"s zombie takes this chance, raising his burly arms and swinging down on Zhang Yang"s head.

A clear, painful sound spreads at this point. Zhang Yang"s consciousness fades as he struggled to stay awake.

Not giving Zhang Yang a breath to relax, the disciple"s zombie lifts him high before dropping him, palm collapsing on Zhang Yang"s face before reaching the ground.

"Boom!"

Zhang Yang"s body creates a crater in the ground, the elevation of the ground turned from a mound to pit.

Zhang Yang can feel a bone break, his left femur completely snapped. This injury will cause his speed to drop drastically, his chances of winning were drowned again.

Zhang Yang senses the disciple"s zombie lunge again, his body was still faced against the ground. Using the slow movements of the zombie against him, he grips a thick branch, twisting around and swinging it straight at the Level 9.

"Boom!" The Level 9 was slammed to the ground, face planting into the ground. Zhang Yang took this time to breathe, now noticing that the object he grabbed was just a thick tree branch.

Zhang Yang"s eyes glimmer, this weapon is suitable for him…

Zhang Yang doesn"t say a word, he would just impale the Level 9 with the branch"s sharpened tip.

The Level 9 was about to stand, but that action was revoked by Zhang Yang"s sudden stab.

"What the f.u.c.k?!" The scrawny disciple witnessed the sight first-hand, it was hard for him to spectate without becoming shocked.

A Walking Zombie using a weapon? Is this a joke?

Maybe if it was a Purple Blood Zombie, but this is a Walking Zombie! Purple Blood Zombies are much more advanced than normal Walking Zombies, unlike Walking Zombies, they can create their own wisdom. Their level of strength rivaled the gloried Foundation Building realm.

Zhang Yang doesn"t care for these types of things, so what if his wisdom is exposed? He just wanted the lives of this zombie and human duo.

The heavy branch was leisurely waved around by Zhang Yang, He uses this branch again, smacking the Level 9 back to the ground. This was his chance! His chance for the Level 9 to recover, give him enough time to kill the disciple.

The thin disciple comes to realize Zhang Yang"s motives, his level of shock rose by the second. "Impossible! He can"t be this smart. There"s no way! He"s purposely stalling time, injuring my zombie so he gets a chance to kill me, the puppeteer!"

The thin disciple hurriedly activates his Zombie Repression Talismans, employing them to use.

"Wen———"

They stick to Zhang Yang, he"s knocked off his feet, dazed with his vision becoming dizzy. But this talisman doesn’t keep him locked long.

Then, the disciple reinforces his attacks, commanding his zombie over to a.s.sist while he steps backward.

He retrieves a Mithril Sword from his coffin and then breaks forward to stab Zhang Yang.

If Zhang Yang receives the stab to the chest, he"ll definitely die. With the aid of his spiritual sense, he discovers the Level 9 charging behind him.

Using this chance, Zhang Yang throws his branch, disabling the Level 9"s charge with a simple launch. He would use his free hand to catch the sword.

The mithril sword pierces through Zhang Yang"s hand.

"Zi-Zi-Zi"

Thick smoke floats from Zhang Yang"s exposed flesh, the flesh was burning at the sword"s touch. His soul was slowly being cooked.

Zhang Yang yells, agony and anger were the only things remaining in this yell. All he had left was willpower, this willpower he used to continue forward, forward to fight.

His shiny, black finger tears off the neck, a pool of blood was formed from the rolling head.

Behind Zhang Yang, the zombie that was close to killing him was once again pouncing on him. Not exactly on him, but his owner, the Level 9 already started his vicious feast.

Zhang Yang doesn"t have time to watch this zombie, he stole the riches, the coffin, and sword.

He would immediately leave, activating an Agility Boosting Talisman, he couldn’t handle another fight if his allies were around.