The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 79

However, as they broke through the encirclement of Mushroomen and reached the eastern district, they found the squad left to guard the area standing still, their eyes vacant and bodies occasionally twitching. Their bodies were already sprouting various colorful mushrooms.

Among these people stood a yellow figure with a strange, umbrella-like cap—it didn't resemble a mushrooman but rather appeared to be a humanoid formed from mushrooms.

"My name... Stinkhorn... pleased to... meet you," the yellow figure lifted its head and surprisingly spoke to the Old Captain and the others.

The faces of them went pale.

"Did I hear that right? Did it just speak our language?" a commoner cried out in horror, and the others were similarly terrified.

Though the speech was halting, it was unmistakably human language. Several years had passed since the zombie outbreak, and they had seen all manner of strange creatures, but never a supernatural being that could talk!

"Flesh is frail... join me... become mushrooms," Stinkhorn laughed heartily.

Suddenly, the mushrooms all over its body erupted, spewing out a massive cloud of yellow spores, seeming to engulf the Old Captain and the others in the next instant.

Just then, a bird covered in mushrooms flew through the crowd to Stinkhorn's side. The bird's voice was hoarse and grating. "Retreat... hurry.. the Immortal... is coming for you..."

Stinkhorn paused, confused. "The Immortal? Impossible... isn't he always in... East Lake City? I was about to... assimilate them. Can't... retreat."

The mushroom bird spoke again, "This is... an order from... Ink Cap..."

Stinkhorn frowned, "Big brother? Alright..."

The cloud of yellow spores it had just released suddenly withdrew, and sucked back into Stinkhorn's body.

Stinkhorn looked at them deeply, wanting to leave but hesitating, as if undecided.

The Old Captain and Feng Biao prepared to defend themselves, but seeing this, they were momentarily stunned.

What's happening? Neither fighting nor fleeing—what does this mean?

"Hmph, consider yourselves... lucky," Stinkhorn snorted coldly and turned to leave.

However, just as it turned, a black chain like a giant python descended from the sky. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped Stinkhorn completely, binding it tightly like a rope.

Stinkhorn was stunned, instantly filled with shock and rage.

"Immortal! The Immortal's coming!" The mushroom bird cried out, flapping its wings frantically, attempting to escape.

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Whoosh!

A fierce gust of wind blew, causing the Old Captain, Feng Biao, and the others to shield their eyes. When they looked again, Stinkhorn was nowhere to be seen. The mushroom bird had been split in two, its flesh and mushrooms mixed into a gruesome paste, lifeless on the ground.

Feng Biao looked around in astonishment, "Where did the yellow mushroom go?"

The survivors exchanged puzzled looks. Where had it gone?

The Old Captain mulled over the word repeatedly. "Immortal? What were the mushroom bird and the Mushrooman talking about?"

Suddenly, as if receiving a signal, the Mushrooman began to retreat like the tide.