Chapter 37 (1/2)
Chapter 37: Let the Blood Burn! Zombie Blood Explosion Pill
Zhang Yang grips the flag pole, black fumes soon rise from the flag, pulling away and dissipating into the forest air. It would create loud thuds, enveloping the whole area.
”Ka-cha”
The flag snaps, the support beam completely falls apart.
Zhang Yang doesn't stop here, he slashes at the thin cultivator, but luckily for the human, he manages to slip past the attacks.
If Zhang Yang chases the disciple to continue the onslaught, the giant zombie behind him will surely have his head rolling.
Zhang Yang surely didn't want to die along with the disciple, so he unexpectedly jumped back, pouncing onto the giant zombie.
The giant zombie surely didn't expect such changes, especially with his poor brain. But the zombie's iron body saves him, defense destroying Zhang Yang's pound. The giant takes Zhang Yang's arm, tiny in contrast to the giant's. He would fling him 30 meters away before falling to the ground heavily.
Such events happened in seconds. The thin cultivator stares at his broken flag, his eyes waters up with tears, ”My Soul Swallowing Flag! This little Level 6 dares to break my items! I can't accept this… This is impossible, he almost killed me!” Enraged, his voice would quiver as he got blood-red with anger.
Human cultivators are much stronger than normal mortals, but if you compared them with zombie, then such cultivators would be vulnerable to death.
If a zombie fought with persistence at close-range, with an equal human cultivator, chances are low for victory for the human. He jabs a finger at Zhang Yang's direction, angrily shouting: ”Kill… Kill him! I want him dead, he must die!”
The big zombie receives
the urgent command, his eyes s.h.i.+ne like rubies, feet already lifting to the skies.
Zhang Yang doesn't believe that he could win, this zombie is faster than him, stronger than him, more adept in any physical factor. Even though Zhang Yang knows he's smarter, it wouldn't work against absolute power and defense.
Watching as the giant zombie sprints, Zhang Yang knew his death was certain, but he still has a trump card.
Now with regrets, taking out the mysterious red pill, he swallowed it whole.
”Hoom!”
The pill goes down his esophagus, burning like a flame on the way. Zhang Yang feels his blood ”burning”, his every blood vessel boiling.
Every little cell becomes stimulated, becoming more active in movement. If seen under a microscope, Zhang Yang's blood would be expanding, then splitting into separate cells.
”Ao—–”
Zhang Yang howls, loud and long. Roars of pain were releasing from Zhang Yang as his world becomes b.l.o.o.d.y.
His Qi explodes with whistling Yin Winds, spreading rapidly the Yin Fog that seemed like steam from his body.
His body starts to inflate, growing more robust as his robe stretches out.