Apocalypse: Everyone's been reborn, so what if I become the Zombie King?

"That's fucking brutal!"

Zhang Xuan felt a surge of heroic spirit, and he clenched his fists tightly!

The sharp claws snapped shut in an instant, the knuckles resembling brass knuckles!

Suddenly, he punched the stone wall in front of him!

boom!

In an instant, a muffled thunderous sound echoed throughout the entire cave!

The stone wall in front of them could not withstand such terrifying force and shattered instantly! Rocks flew everywhere! Dust billowed up!

Zhang Xuan's entire fist actually disappeared into the stone wall.

The radial cracks spread out over a meter in all directions!

Even Zhang Xuan himself was completely dumbfounded by what he saw!

"Hoo ho ho!"

"That force! How many tons of force must that be?!"

"With this punch, not only would the White-browed Tiger be stunned, but even the Decepticon would be dumbfounded!"

"Holy crap! This is a peak-level Black Zombie?"

"You're telling me this is the peak of the Black Zombie realm?"

"If Old Master Ren sees this, he'll be too ashamed to be a zombie! Hurry up and lie back in your coffin!"

"As expected of the Ancestral Zombie of Absolute Heaven, he is simply amazing!"

Just as Zhang Xuan was in shock, a series of hissing sounds suddenly came from the stone wall in front of him.

Wisps of black smoke rose from the peak of Zhang Xuan's fist.

Zhang Xuan was taken aback and quickly pulled his fist out.

The stone wall in front of us was slowly melting!

In Zhang Xuan's mind, a tornado suddenly appeared, destroying the parking lot!

"This! This is corpse poison!"

"Holy crap! Is it really that brutal?"

"Physical attacks are one thing, but you also inflict magical damage."

“Old Master Ren, I, Zhang Xuan, am now telling you responsibly that your black zombie is fake.”

Adhering to the principle that caution is the best policy, Zhang Xuan extended his dark green claws and slashed across the stone wall.

The moment they made contact, it was as smooth as a hot knife cutting through tofu, the two parts sliding in effortlessly.

The sizzling sound that made your teeth ache came from the stone wall once again.

Zhang Xuan pulled it out with lingering satisfaction, and the scratches on the stone wall spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan could no longer suppress the boundless pride in his heart!

Look up to the sky and scream!

"From this day forward, I, Zhang Xuan, will not eat beef!!!"

The next second, Zhang Xuan suddenly realized with embarrassment that he couldn't speak.

"Oh! I forgot about this! My tongue is not under my control."

"That's the downside. It's incredibly hard where it shouldn't be! But where it should be hard, it's not hard at all!"

"Forget it, I'll definitely get an erection eventually!"

Get rid of all the random thoughts in your head.

Zhang Xuan looked around and found that he had absorbed all the materials he had prepared for corpse refining.

"What's gone is gone! I can now be considered to have officially succeeded in refining a corpse!"

"When the zombie apocalypse breaks out, there will be plenty of ways to increase my strength. After all, my Absolute Heaven Ancestral Zombie is known for absorbing everything!"

"It has been exactly two months since the zombie outbreak."

"The malevolent energy within this dragon vein is quite dense. Two months should be enough time for me to advance to the Green Zombie realm!"

"Black zombies are this fierce? What about green zombies? Are they calling me their ancestors?"

After gloating for a while, Zhang Xuan lay down on his "massage bed" again.

Quietly awaiting the arrival of the zombie apocalypse.

……

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west as usual, and the tides still come and go on the sea.

The world will not stop turning just because of Zhang Xuan's tranquility.

A month and a half has passed in the blink of an eye.

There are only fourteen days left until the zombie outbreak.

Dongshan Province, Donghai City.

Ziyun Villa District.

Song Ying'er, wearing sky-high heels, swayed her slender figure as she slowly descended the stairs.

Song Kaiming, dressed in a gray woolen suit, was sitting on the sofa.

Upon seeing Song Ying'er appear, Song Kaiming immediately spoke.

"Yinger, is what you said on the phone true?"

"Is Zhang Xuan really suffering from late-stage lung cancer that has already metastasized?"

Song Ying'er nodded gently.

“It’s absolutely true. Sister Shuang told me this herself.”

"He also asked me to take good care of his sister and not tell her about this yet, but to wait another month before telling her. I really don't understand."