It was hard for Tang Ling to describe his current state. All he knew was that he had become a qualified and efficient killing machine.
Zombies were no longer a threat to Tang Ling anymore. Even if they swarmed him at once, they could not last long under Tang Ling's precise and powerful punches and kicks.
Pak! The last zombie flew over, but before it landed on the ground, Tang Ling's gigantic palm grabbed its head. He tightened his fingers and squeezed it a little harder, and it was easily crushed as if he was crushing a soft wild fruit.
Black blood mixed with white brain matter splashed all over Tang Ling's hands, carrying the unique coldness of the zombies.
Tang Ling did not care about that though. He stopped and panted slightly.
Is this the feeling of power? Even so, he was still no match for any Purple Moon Warrior. However, in this era, it meant that he had the right to truly survive.
Unfortunately, the right came a little too late.
Shaking the black blood off his hands, Tang Ling's bloodshot eyes revealed a trace of sorrowful pleasure after his transformation.
This was the biggest difference after his second transformation. Tang Ling was completely awake, but he was dominated by a furious killing instinct.
Combining the two, he became rational and cold-blooded. Mixed within the rage was an uncontrollable ruthlessness.
The scariest thing was that with his strength and speed combined with his natural Precise Instinct, what else could he be if not a killing machine?
Somehow, the dark clouds rumbled over again. The oppressive sky was shrouded in gloomy clouds. Wisps of cold wind carried the bloody stench from the explosion and blew across the barren land.
Finally, Tang Ling was the only one left on the path to the thick forest. Around him were more than 30 zombies' bodies. Everything seemed to have ended, but the danger was not over yet.
After that night of slaughter, it was hard to tell how many zombies were left, and he did not know how long his current form could last.
If he wanted to survive, the only way out was in the thick forest.
Tang Ling's breath calmed down as he strode towards the thick forest. An insuppressible exhaustion came from his body, and he really wanted to sleep.
Before that, he had to find a relatively safe place.
He had forgotten the 'obsession' from before, and he didn't even know why he was here.
He strode into the thick forest. The place was so quiet that not even the chirping of insects could be heard. All he could hear was the rustling of the leaves in the wind and Tang Ling's footsteps on the weeds.
Maybe because the place was filled with zombies, there were no wild beasts that were not afraid of these greedy monsters that would eat everything.
Tang Ling seemed to have thrown away his vigilance and carefulness as he walked without a care in the world.
This kind of environment was lonely, but it also meant safety! As he pondered, he sized up a big tree not far away. The sudden surge of sleepiness made his consciousness blurry.
However, Tang Ling did not feel strange or abrupt about the tiredness.
In his heart, there was an inexplicable trace of understanding that this tiredness should be inextricably linked to the state of his body.
Just like the first time he unleashed this state, he immediately fell into a coma.
"So, I hope I can still hold on and climb up that big tree …" That was the only thought in his mind.
But before climbing the tree, there was still a small problem to solve.
There was a zombie under the tree!
Even though it hid itself well and was only curled up in the weeds that were half a man's height, Tang Ling's sharp senses still noticed it through the slight movement of the bushes.
Suppressing his sleepiness, Tang Ling carefully approached it. When he was less than 10 meters away from the big tree, he suddenly sped up, reached out, and pulled the zombie out from the bushes.
However, to his surprise, the zombie hiding under the tree was not a complete one. It was only left with half of its torso, and Tang Ling wondered what kind of tenacious life force kept it alive.
When Tang Ling pulled it out, it started to struggle fiercely with its back facing him. Its only remaining hand was holding an iron-toothed mole that was one-third eaten.
Tang Ling did not feel much about the struggle other than being slightly shocked by the zombie's life force. He instinctively clenched his fists, ready to end the ugly zombie's life with a single punch.
However, at that very moment, the struggling zombie suddenly turned its head around and stared at Tang Ling with a cold and greedy gaze. It was obvious that the fearless zombie was not afraid of its current predicament. Instead, it was excited because its food, Tang Ling, had walked into its trap.
It waved its claws and fangs, obviously trying to devour Tang Ling.
However, at that very moment, Tang Ling heard the sound of his heart breaking. Time seemed to have stopped as his eyes reflected the zombie's face that was still stained with the blood of the iron-toothed mole.
Whoosh! Whoosh! The wind blew, and somehow, it became stronger all of a sudden.
Tang Ling unclenched his fists.
Whoosh! Whoosh! The withered leaves that were swept up started to dance in the air. Drip!
Drip! A teardrop fell from the corner of Tang Ling's eye without any buildup.
His hands started to tremble as he heard his heart breaking. The craziness, bloodthirst, and coldness from before started to fall off like broken armor.
All that was left was the softest and most painful broken heart that was dripping blood.
"Grandma …" The voice that came out of Tang Ling's mouth was muffled. His Adam's apple moved before he choked on his sobs.
At that very moment, too many thoughts exploded in his mind like the blurry memory of his grandmother being burned to ashes.
However, none of the thousands of thoughts could compare to the real face before his eyes. The zombie before his eyes was his grandmother.
So what if she was his grandmother? Regardless of Tang Ling's tears or his heartache, he could not get his grandmother's loving gaze in return. Instead, the excitement of finding food stimulated him to the point that he started to writhe violently and growled in a bloodthirsty and excited manner.
The growl had a special, sharp tone to it that hurt Tang Ling's eardrums.
At the same time, all the zombies that wandered a five-kilometer radius seemed to have heard the sharp growl as they started to gather around Tang Ling in a frenzy.
Tang Ling noticed the loud commotion right away. Moreover, in his transformed state, his five senses seemed to be three times sharper than usual.
As he listened to the footsteps that came one after another, the zombies seemed to be responding to his grandmother's growl. Tang Ling had to accept the fact that his grandmother had turned into a zombie and was not a normal zombie. Her growl was special and had a commanding effect on the other normal zombies.
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