"Roar—"
The Long-Haired Zombie's roar shook the heavens. Using both hands and feet, it sprinted toward Song Changsheng at blinding speed, every step leaving a deep crater over one chi wide in the ground.
The distance of several hundred zhang vanished in the blink of an eye. Its legs bent and straightened, erupting with unimaginable force as it shot straight into the sky like an arrow loosed from the bowstring.
Song Changsheng did not hesitate to slash out with his sword. Sword qi struck the Long-Haired Zombie's arms and actually threw up a string of sparks. The struck areas bore only faint white marks, almost too slight to see.
"What terrifying physical strength. No wonder the ancient books recorded that a Long-Haired Zombie's body is even harder than a Spirit Treasure of the same rank."
Zombies cultivated neither divine souls nor dharma power. They cultivated only their bodies.
In a sense, zombies were also exceptionally typical Body Cultivators. Once cultivated to the utmost extreme, they became the legendary beings known as Drought Demons.
Wherever they passed, the world suffered great drought, leaving millions of li of scorched earth behind them. Traveling between the yin and yang realms was ordinary to them; with bodily strength alone, they could shatter the void.
Unlike other living beings, zombies did not draw the Heavenly Dao's attention when advancing. Or rather, the very existence of "zombies" lay beyond the rules established by the Heavenly Dao.
In other words, a zombie's advancement in strength was extremely stable and never threatened by Heavenly Tribulation. Among all the races beneath heaven and earth, they were utterly unique in this regard.
Yet their life force was exceptionally tenacious. Unless their bodies were pulverized completely, they could not be truly killed.
It was precisely because of this unique nature that