Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was difficult for Tang Ling to describe his current condition. He knew he had turned into a qualified and highly efficient killing machine.
Zombies or not, they were no longer a threat to the current Tang Ling. Even if all of them tried to overwhelm him, they could not drag out the fight under Tang Ling’s precise and powerful fists and kicks.
Pak!
The last zombie threw itself over but before it fell to the ground, Tang Ling’s huge palm grabbed its head and he curled his fingers softly, crushing the zombie’s head easily as if he was crushing a delicate fruit.
Black blood mixed with white brains instantly sprayed all over Tang Ling’s hand accompanied by a sense of warmth mixed with a sense of chilliness that was unique to the zombies.
Tang Ling did not care. He stopped moving to catch a breath.
Was this what power felt like? Even though it was still incomparable to any Purple Moon Warrior, this power meant that he had attained the qualification to survive in this era.
Unfortunately, it came a little too late.
Shaking the black blood off his hand, after his transformation, Tang Ling’s red eyes revealed a trace of sadness following the delight of his venting.
This would be the biggest difference in his second transformation. Tang Ling was completely conscious, yet he was controlled by a furious killing instinct.
Mixing all of them together would result in a conscious yet cold-blooded killer. In between the fits of anger, an uncontrollable brutality was sandwiched.
The more terrifying thing was the newly attained power and speed that matched his Precise Instinct quickly. If he was not a killing machine now, what would he be?
Unknowingly, the dark clouds rumbled across as the depressing gloomy weather enveloped the sky and the land tightly. A cold breeze carried the disgusting bloody stench over the desolate land.
Tang Ling was finally alone on the road to the thick tropical forest. Around him were 30 over bodies of the zombies. It seemed like everything had ended.
However, the danger was not over. After the slaughter that night, it was hard to determine how many more zombies were out there, and he had no idea how long his current form would last.
If he wanted to make it out alive, his only chance would still be the thick forest.
Tang Ling’s breath calmed down, and he started to stride towards the thick forest. Uncontrollable tiredness started to spread in his body, making him feel like he really wanted to lie down and sleep soundly.
Before that, he had to find a relatively safe place first.
He had forgotten his persistence from earlier. In fact, he even started to forget the reason why he was there.
He strode into the forest. It was so quiet that not even the insects buzzed. Only the rustling from the tree leaves caused by the wind and his footsteps as he stepped on the grass were heard.
It might also because the forest was filled with zombies that all the wild beasts were afraid of such greedy monsters that would devour every living thing.
Tang Ling seemed to have left his vigilance and caution behind as he stepped forward carelessly.
The environment was lonely and silent but it also meant safety! As Tang Ling pondered, he sized up a big tree further away. The sudden bout of sleepiness started to blur his consciousness.
However, he did not feel like the sudden tiredness was strange or abrupt at all.
Deep down in his heart, there was an indescribable sense of clarity. He knew the fatigue that he felt was closely related to his current form and condition.
Similar to the first time, he passed out cold shortly after the transformation.
‘Let’s hope that I can hold it together before I climb up that tree.’ It was the only thought that rang out in Tang Ling’s mind.
Before he could climb the tree, there was one small problem that he had to settle with. There was a zombie under the tree!
Even though the zombie hid quite well, bending over in a bush that was half a man’s height under the tree, Tang Ling still sharply noticed it based on the little movements from the bush.
Holding back his sleepiness, Tang Ling carefully approached the bush, and when he was less than ten meters from the tree, he accelerated, reaching his hand out and grabbing the zombie from the bush.
To Tang Ling’s surprise, the zombie under the tree was not a complete one. It had half a torso left, and its movements were supported solely by some persistent yet unknown vitality.
When Tang Ling dragged it out, it started to struggle fiercely with its back at him. It was holding an iron-toothed mole which was partially eaten.
Tang Ling did not feel anything about this, except for being a little astonished at the zombie’s energy. He instinctively clenched his fists and was ready to end the ugly zombie’s life.
Alas, at that exact moment, the struggling zombie turned its head around. Its cold and greedy eyes were looking at Tang Ling. Zombies were obviously fearless, hence it was not afraid even after seeing Tang Ling’s current form. Instead, it was excited that prey like Tang Ling would walk right into its range.
It swung its hand and bared its teeth, it was obviously trying to bite Tang Ling, but Tang Ling heard his heart broken the moment the zombie turned around. As if time had stopped, his eyes had nothing but the dirty face of the zombie stained with the blood of the iron teeth mole.
Fuuu!
The wind whistled, becoming stronger as it blew.
Tang Ling released his clenched fist.
Fuaaa!
The fallen leaves swirled up all of a sudden, dancing in circles in the air.
Dik-tak!
A drop of tear without any sign or preparation fell from the corner of Tang Ling’s eyes.
His hand started to tremble, and he heard his heart breaking inside him. The frenzy, the bloodthirstiness, and the cold emotions started to fall off like pieces of broken armor, leaving him with a soft and painful broken heart that seemed to bleed fiercely.
“Grandmother…” The word escaped Tang Ling’s heart, muffled. It was almost stuck at his throat when his Adam’s apple moved.
In that very moment, a plethora of thoughts exploded in Tang Ling’s head. ‘Hasn’t Grandmother been burned to ashes?’
However, no amount of thoughts in his head was able to overcome the actual face in front of him. The zombie before his eyes was his grandmother.
Then again, so what if the zombie was his grandmother? No matter how hard Tang Ling cried, or how painful his heart was, he could not exchange all of that for another merciful gaze from his grandmother anymore. On the contrary, the excitement of stumbling upon food started to stimulate the zombie which started to move furiously and growl to voice its bloodthirsty excitement.
Its rumble was unusually sharp and irritating, causing pain to Tang Ling’s ears.
At the same time, the zombies within 5 kilometers seemed to have reacted to the sharp growl. They started to gather where Tang Ling was quickly and frenziedly.
Tang Ling instantly noticed the huge commotion, even more so since in his current form, his senses were 30% stronger than his usual state.
Listening to the waves of footsteps running towards him, all the zombies seemed to be resonating with his grandmother’s growl. Tang Ling was forced to accept the fact before his very eyes—his grandmother had transformed into a zombie, and not just any zombie. Her growls and calls sounded special. It seemed to have a commanding effect on the other zombies.
‘I need to kill it!’ It was the best option he could have. With that, Tang Ling raised his trembling hand.