Zombie Evolution Chapter 37

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 shine 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.

His fingers evolve feral, fingers curled with a coal-like shine that rubs the undead skin. The changes didn't stop there, the process of this evolution continued.

His body was starting to break, some blood vessels finally explode, thick clots of blood would drool to the ground.

The pain was enough to penetrate the soul. During this terrifying process, he could feel his soul crack.

Zhang Yang clutches his hand hard from the pain, shooting both arms forward before shouting like a tyrant king.

His skin cracks, white bridging the dry skin while blood drips out. His limbs would become incredibly thick and rough, seemingly like the red version of Hulk, his bloodshot eyes open wide, sharp, vicious teeth hangs from his mouth.

(Yes, Hulk was in here…)

"Zombie Explosion Pill?"

"Why does he have a Zombie Explosion Pill? Why would this zombie just eat such a pill?" His expression quickly changes from anger to surprise. Then he dawns over this more, "This doesn't change anything, especially not the result. This tiny Level 6 will only touch the Level 7 or 8 realm with that pill, my level 9 puppet will still win!"

As a disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect, he knew all about this pill, but he would absolutely never use one.

Any zombie will turn into minced meat if they overdose on this demonic pill, it should be forbidden. But if the user was intelligent, consuming the proper amount can increase the level of a zombie by 1 or even 2 in normal circ.u.mstances. However, the pill will still damage the zombie's body, it can force potential out of a zombie by pushing every cell to their limits and then split them. The consequences of such a pill are irreversible.

In other words, if a zombie happens to use the pill, their cultivation will be severed right then and there. If a corpse cultivator gives their puppet such a pill, it indicates that the effectiveness of the zombie has drained, the zombie's fate would be sealed to disposal.

The Level 9 becomes paralyzed with the amount of Qi Zhang Yang was exerting, giving Zhang Yang time to advance.

Zhang Yang is definitely feeling the full power of the pill, his body "boiling", his muscles were beyond strong, to the point where his bodily control was fading.

"Howl!"

Zhang Yang yells and stabs the Level 9 with a glare, waving his brawny arm and provoking the Level 9.

Zhang Yang was about to lose his mind, he needed to use this power in a fight to balance the ma.s.ses of Qi that boomed inside him.

He once again pounces on the Level 9. His body collided with the Level 9, pushing himself back with the force along with the Level 9 Walking Zombie.

The scrawny disciple's face starts to grimace, the evolved Zhang Yang somehow is slightly stronger.

Foolish, the thin disciple underestimated Zhang Yang's potential. His unique cultivation method, the 'Tai Yin Refining Figures', guides Zhang Yang's body to form a well-made foundation. Thus, Zhang Yang's bodily potential is first-rate compared to the other zombies. His level went from Level 6 straight to Level 9.

"Howl!"

Zhang Yang slides ahead, slashing at the disciple's zombie. The disciple's zombie enters a clash with Zhang Yang. Two completely enraged zombies would brawl in the forest, both sustaining injuries that mortals would instantly die from.

The sounds of crashes would sound like a hammer and nail, instead, it was two bodies mixing in dispute.