The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 115

Zhong Shuo was somewhat distracted. As a Level 6 Superhuman, he had never been in such a dire and life-threatening situation before.

But Level 6 Superhumans were supposed to be at the pinnacle among Superhumans. They were the ones standing atop the pyramid. Why, then, were there such terrifying zombies?

Jumping down from over a hundred meters high! Remaining unscathed under a dense barrage of firepower! Blasting the head of a Level 5 Superhuman with a single punch! Such terrifying zombies, a total of three of them!

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That mysterious cultivator remained suspended in mid-air without joining the battle. If the cultivator could control such terrifying zombie war machines, how powerful must they be themselves?

Thinking of this, Zhong Shuo's heart was overshadowed by a vast shadow. His usual aggressive and dominant aura, which usually knew no bounds, had disappeared without a trace.

Now he understood.

What Level 6 Superhuman? In the eyes of that cultivator, he was nothing more than an ant, a speck of dust.

"Roar!"

The burly zombie charged forward. Just a plain, unadorned, and unpretentious fist.

Zhong Shuo was somewhat dazed. But his experienced body instinctively reacted.

Hum!

His arms suddenly blocked in front of him. Hardened bones rapidly grew out, forming thick bone armor.

His ability was to control his own bones. He could grow bone claws like Wolverine, or form bone shields and armor to protect himself.

That's why he consumed large amounts of food every day, converting it into nutrients to grow his bones.

Normal people had only 12 pairs of ribs. But he had a whopping 20 pairs. In addition, extra bones had grown in the additional space of his chest and abdomen.

Normally, they were hardly used. But in combat, these bones became lethal weapons.

Zhong Shuo had tested it before. By fully utilizing his stored bones, he could withstand the continuous bombardment of three single soldier rocket launcher rounds!

This was his trump card. Even though his will was shaken due to the enormous disparity in strength, he still wanted to test his trump card against the opponent.

"Come on, let me see what you've go..."

Zhong Shuo took a deep breath and roared. However, before he could finish his sentence, the thick bone armor was shattered by the fist the size of a sandbag. Along with it, his head was pulverized.

Bone fragments and shards flew everywhere, comparable to shrapnel from a grenade, deeply embedding into the ground and surrounding buildings.

Hu lifted Zhong Shuo's headless body with one hand, emitting a deafening zombie roar. This sound was filled with the dominance of a superior over inferiors. Every surviving Superhuman, regardless of what they were doing, clutched their heads and fell to the ground in terror.

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Those who had lost their will to fight were quickly dispatched—either by Long crushing their skulls or Bao piercing their hearts. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was devoid of life, leaving only rubble and scattered limbs and fragments, as if narrating the tale of a one-sided slaughter that had occurred here.

Chu Xuan casually summoned back Long, Hu, Bao and the corpses to the Corpse Tower. He did not pause for even a moment and continued northward. The bodies of these Superhumans and combat servants contained energy far inferior to that of cultivators.

Furthermore, the Psionic cores within the Superhumans had already been consumed by Long, Hu, and Bao, so there was no need to collect them.