283: No damage can be counted as a bombing.

Zhou Yan landed in a superhero-like pose.

By now, the magic power used for his disguise had dissipated, and only those golden eyes remained gleaming amidst the dust and smoke.

"Hoo—"

Zhou Yan exhaled a breath of pure Qi, stirring up a strong gust that dispersed the dust and smoke.

His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his robes snapped loudly.

What is the situation here?

Is this a Small World or a Secret Realm?

Zhou Yan crossed his arms over his chest, his demeanor relaxing.

Just now, during the group healing, he had placed a star soul on each person, which could not only prevent danger but also help them guide each other.

As for this place, it was indeed strange.

There was a large number of zombies here, basically all at the Qi Refining level.

If there were only a few, it would be fine, but with such a large quantity, it was indeed troublesome.

Of course, this was a problem that those passersby and his own Junior Brothers needed to face.

Except for Wang Yao, who could maintain a peak state and handle them with ease, the others would likely not last long if they were surrounded.

"Then."

Zhou Yan's lips curled slightly.

Thinking of the upcoming harvest, those pupils, which were slightly crimson due to the title he was wearing, appeared even brighter red at this moment.

Let's clear the field a little first.

The golden bow condensed and formed in his hands, while simultaneously gathering a large amount of Wind Arts and Thunder Arts.

The two combined, rapidly forming silver projectiles that possessed both the swiftness of wind and the destructive power of thunder.

"Accelerate eighteen times, target Zhou Yan."

A ripple from a small space unfolding quickly caught the attention of the old man who was healing in the center of the city.

No, at this moment he could no longer be called an old man, because he had returned to the appearance of a youth, though his injuries remained.

"Such might, are you going to start fighting the moment you land?"

"Heh."

The youth revealed a weak smile.

"If you like to play, then let these eighty thousand zombies play with you first. Let's see if your magic power runs out first, or if I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a shocking scene.

In the direction of Zhou Yan, silver projectiles, flashing like meteors, were ascending in large numbers and at a terrifying speed.

Each one was extremely fast, and the aura they emitted was quite strong.

And what was most heart-stopping was that as soon as these silver projectiles ascended, they shot rapidly toward the heads of the zombies in the city, almost all of them killing with a single hit, without missing a single shot.

Even those with only half a head were instantly killed; only those that originally had no heads would fall to the ground and twitch a few times before dying after being hit.

In less than three breaths, all eighty thousand zombies fell to the ground, leaving only a few zombies with intelligence who managed to resist using various means and were not killed in one hit, though they all hid within the city and began to slowly recover from their injuries.

He hadn't even had time to do anything; how could it be ending already?

Just as he was dumbfounded, the last silver projectile flew straight toward him.

"Damn it!"

The youth's face twisted, and a wooden wall instantly rose in front of him.

But the silver projectile actually bypassed the wooden wall and shot straight into his eye.

"Ah—!"

"Hm?"

Zhou Yan put down the golden bow and scratched his head, looking slightly confused.

Why did the zombies here feel different?

Previously, when he was outside, hitting those zombies felt like striking loose medical instruments, as if a little force would shake their skeletons apart.

But the zombies in this city, although the same variety, felt tougher and more resistant to hits.

Although he only used the power of the Core Formation Stage to attack casually, this was not something an ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage could block.

And the result was also unsatisfactory.

In three breaths of time, Zhou Yan had fired eighty-two thousand and thirteen silver projectiles, but only killed eighty-two thousand and three zombies.

Surprisingly, ten were hit but not killed in one blow.

Especially the last one; the feedback from the hit not only caused no damage, but it seemed to have restored his injuries instead.

What is this situation?

Is this a special effect unique to this city?

Meanwhile, in another part of the city.

"These must be Senior Brother's methods."

"Senior Brother has indeed become stronger again."

Wang Yao walked along the street covered in zombie corpses, following Room Sun Rabbit, and couldn't help but exclaim.

When they first landed, his Divine Sense had already detected the anomaly here; there was a huge number of zombies, and Zhou Yan was nowhere to be found.

He had expected a fierce battle, but he hadn't expected that before they even got close, the zombies would be broken one by one by silver meteors falling from the sky.

And before they separated, Zhou Yan had sent a voice transmission, instructing that following the animal beside him would allow them to reunite as soon as possible.

"Senior Brother really has considered everything thoroughly; this reliable feeling is truly great."

Wang Yao felt a bit dazed.

He recalled the details of fighting side-by-side with Zhou Yan before; it seemed that Senior Brother always coordinated the overall situation.

As long as Zhou Yan was there, all problems seemed to be easily solved.

As if suddenly thinking of something, he stopped his footsteps.

"Then that matter, could it also..."

Wang Yao hurriedly shook his head, casting aside these thoughts, while unable to help but smile bitterly.

"Sigh, the apology gift I promised hasn't been prepared yet; how can I trouble Senior Brother again?"

Originally, Wang Yao had prepared a Yao Beast, wanting to brew it into chicken soup to fulfill the banquet he had promised earlier.

But just like the previous few times, whenever he thought he was prepared, Zhou Yan's Realm would rise by another level.

He had originally thought that this separation would not be too long, and since he had prepared a fourth-tier quality Yao Beast this time, he thought he should be able to fulfill the previous agreement.

He just didn't expect that when they met again, Zhou Yan would already have reached Nascent Soul Formation, which meant that the chicken soup was no longer presentable, so he had to casually stew it to welcome him.

And he also began to collect Materials again, intending to make up for his apology.

If Zhou Yan knew about this thought, he would probably be very helpless.

How can a person be so stubborn to this extent?

How can he keep thinking about just this one thing?

It couldn't be that Zhou Yan kept having a Breakthrough, and Wang Yao kept being unable to prepare it.

Chasing like this, by the time Zhou Yan was about to achieve Immortal Ascension, could Wang Yao really catch a True Immortal to make soup?

"Sorry, this road is closed."

Just as Wang Yao was letting his imagination run wild, a person who looked like a scholar walked out from the building in front.

Seeing him, Wang Yao frowned.

"It's actually you? You didn't die?"

The scholar smiled freely and unfolded his folding fan, shaking it lightly.

He was the scholar zombie who had been killed by the combined efforts of those three passersby earlier.

The same situation also appeared before others.

Everyone encountered a trouble.

Except for Zhou Yan, because he encountered two.

Zhou Yan looked at the two Core Formation Stage opponents in front of him.

One was clearly a zombie, but the panel displayed a human; the other was clearly a human, but the panel displayed a zombie.

"No matter who you are," the white-clothed zombie said.

"No matter what your cultivation is," the black-clothed person continued.

"We will stop you here; don't even think about taking another step!" the two said in unison.

"Heh, just because of the two of you?"

"If I cannot solve this without a scratch, call it a bust."

Zhou Yan paused slightly, then assumed a stance, waiting for the opponent to attack.

"You harmed so many of our men; you must die slowly."

Before the black-clothed person finished speaking, three points of black light shot toward Zhou Yan's face and chest/abdomen in a triangular formation.

Zhou Yan rolled sideways, and the gravel where he had originally stood was corroded by the poison darts, making a hissing sound.

Before he had even stood up, the white-clothed zombie had already charged over like a battering ram, its speed completely inconsistent with its massive size.

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and took it head-on.

With a dull thud, his arms went numb, and he slid back several feet, his soles plowing two deep marks into the ground.

The black-clothed person never got close, only circling on the outside, constantly firing poison needles and hidden arrows from his sleeves, waist, and boot tips, sinister and tricky.

Zhou Yan had just dodged a flying needle aimed at the corner of his eye when the white-clothed zombie's heavy fist reached his ribs.

He bent his elbow to smash down, but it felt like hitting leather-wrapped steel, the recoil making his forearm ache and go numb.

The zombie's other fist smashed directly at his heart, and Zhou Yan had to retreat again, but the clothes on his back were slashed open by the iron caltrops shot by the black-clothed person, and bloodstains immediately appeared.

"A trapped beast's struggle."

The black-clothed person sneered, waving his hands repeatedly, and a patch of poison sand covered Zhou Yan's lower body.

Zhou Yan jumped up to dodge, but while in mid-air, he had become a living target.

The white-clothed zombie erupted, its giant palm grabbing Zhou Yan's ankle and smashing him hard against the ground!

Dust exploded.

Zhou Yan felt a sweetness in his throat, but using the momentum of falling to the ground, he wrapped his legs around the zombie's neck, exerting force from his waist and abdomen to twist.

However, the zombie's neck bone was as immovable as if cast in iron, and instead, it lifted Zhou Yan and slammed him down again.

With the second smash to the ground, Zhou Yan's vision went black, and he heard the crisp sound of his own ribs breaking in his ears.

The black-clothed person walked over leisurely, lifted his foot to step on Zhou Yan's wrist as he tried to counterattack, and slowly ground it.

"Physical Body training, how can it be compared to an ordinary dao body."

He leaned over, a cold light flashed in his palm, and a poisoned short blade was already pressed against the artery on the side of Zhou Yan's neck, "And I, only need to gently slice..."

The white-clothed zombie's iron-pincer-like palms simultaneously locked Zhou Yan's throat and the back of his right knee, pressing him tightly into the dust like livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

Suffocation and intense pain overwhelmed Zhou Yan, and his vision gradually blurred.

Under the twilight, the black-clothed person's eyes flashed with cruel pleasure, the poison blade pressed into his skin, oozing a line of dark red.

"In your next life, learn to be smarter." He said softly.

The zombie's fingers tightened, and the throat bone made a creaking sound under the unbearable pressure.

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

Neither of them had expected the enemy to be subdued so easily, and they couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"Old Bai, I really didn't expect the mission to be completed so easily, we didn't even need to use Divine Arts."

"That's right, Old Hei, I thought a Core Formation Late Stage expert would be so strong, turns out they were nothing much."

"That... Old Hei, there's something I've been holding back in my heart, and I haven't been embarrassed to tell you."

Old Bai suddenly showed a blush, making Old Hei subconsciously swallow his saliva.