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Even the smallest mosquito leg is still meat.

For Chen Yang, who urgently needs to improve his foundation and strive for the Golden Core Realm, any opportunity to refine his spiritual power is extremely precious and cannot be missed.

A torrential downpour washed over the wilderness, casting a dark curtain of rain across the land. Chen Yang gripped the Thousand-Blade Wind Shadow Sword, its blade flashing like lightning as he unleashed slash after slash.

As the cold light surged, the zombie cultivators around them fell to the ground in droves, their blood staining the muddy rainwater, a stark contrast against the dim sky and earth.

These mutated zombies seemed as vulnerable as ants to Chen Yang, but if an ordinary cultivator were here, it would be a certain death sentence.

After undergoing the dual mutations of black rain and black lightning, the combat power of these zombie cultivators has increased several times compared to their pre-mortem forms. They are physically stronger, fearless, and bloodthirsty. It is precisely because of this that the local cultivators of the Swamp Kingdom are terrified of this rain disaster and these mutated zombies to the extreme, everyone is in danger and dare not face them directly.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, the ground beneath Chen Yang's feet was piled with the mangled corpses of over a hundred zombie cultivators, scattered haphazardly across the entire wilderness.

Splash!

The torrential rain continued to pour down, washing away the corpses and bloodstains scattered on the ground.

Chen Yang sheathed his sword and put it into his storage ring, the cold light on the blade fading. He glanced down at the ravaged battlefield and shook his head helplessly. Then, he crouched down slightly and quickly searched through the bodies of the zombies, removing all the storage rings they had left behind and putting them into his pocket.

The resources in these storage rings are just a drop in the ocean.

Little by little, you'll accumulate wealth; don't miss out!

After carefully storing all the storage rings, Chen Yang slowly stood up, his gaze piercing through the layers of rain as he looked into the dim void in the distance.

He keenly sensed that the two hidden auras that had been following the caravan from beginning to end were still lurking in the shadows, motionless, watching his every move intently.

A glint of indifference flashed across Chen Yang's eyes; he was completely too lazy to pay any attention.

At this moment, hidden in the dense forest, Ma Wenxi stared intently at the boy in the wilderness through the rain, his heart filled with turbulent waves of shock, his face filled with horror.

He had already overestimated Chen Yang's strength, knowing full well that the other party was hiding his true abilities and deliberately concealing his shortcomings.

Chen Yang only displayed the aura of the early stage of the Divine Power Realm, but based on his years of experience and accurate judgment, he was certain that Chen Yang's true combat strength was at least at the middle stage of the Divine Power Realm, or even reached the late stage of the Divine Power Realm.

Only after witnessing the exhilarating battle against the zombie horde did Ma Wenxi finally see the truth!

Chen Yang's true strength has already reached the peak of the Divine Power Realm, and is even infinitely close to the Great Perfection of the Divine Power Realm!

He slaughtered a hundred mutated zombies with superb combat power as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, remaining calm and composed throughout the process without the slightest effort.

Ma Wenxi asked himself honestly, if he were to personally take action against such a relentless and fearless horde of zombies, he would absolutely not be able to do it so easily, and would most likely be surrounded by the zombies and trapped in a desperate situation.

His gaze was fixed on the sword at Chen Yang's waist, his eyes flashing with intense greed and fear.

Having watched the entire battle, he saw it clearly: the sword in Chen Yang's hand was extraordinary, a genuine treasure!

It was precisely by relying on this formidable weapon that Chen Yang was able to achieve twice the result with half the effort, easily crushing and killing a group of powerful zombies.

Hidden in the shadows, Ma Wenxi constantly overturned his initial predictions and reassessed Chen Yang's true strength, his mind becoming increasingly active.

"If only we could take his weapon."

Just as he was pondering to himself, a clear and delicate female voice suddenly pierced through the noisy rain and rang out clearly:

"Handsome guy! Come here quickly!"

The sound of raindrops made the noise seem particularly abrupt.

Chen Yang looked up at the sound and, through the layers of dark rain, saw a female cultivator in her early twenties waving at him anxiously in the distance.

Chen Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly recognized the other party's identity.

This woman was the owner of the aura of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been secretly following the caravan from beginning to end!

He raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised that the other party would show up on his own initiative. He immediately took a step forward and walked quickly towards the pouring rain.

In the rain, the female cultivator's plain Taoist robe was completely soaked, clinging to her slender figure and making her look pitiful.

She had a delicate oval face and pretty features. At this moment, her clear eyes were filled with undisguised fear and panic. Her fair and delicate skin, soaked by the rain, exuded a fragile and vulnerable feeling.

Seeing Chen Yang approaching quickly, the woman waved her hand frantically, her voice urgent: "Come with me quickly! It's too dangerous here, we can't stay any longer!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already turned around and was running quickly into the depths of the dense forest on the left.

Chen Yang followed closely behind, quickly catching up.

Before long, a towering ancient tree suddenly appeared before our eyes, with a thick and majestic trunk, lush branches and leaves, and a tangled root system firmly rooted in the earth.

The woman moved with light steps, leaping directly down through the gap in the thick tree root.

Chen Yang was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected that there would be a hidden place to take shelter from the rain under the big tree in this desolate wilderness. Without hesitation, he leaped and followed the woman into the tree hole.

The tree hollow was spacious and dry, isolating it from all outside wind and rain. A bright white crystal lamp was quietly lit, its soft light filling the entire space, dispelling the darkness and cold, and creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The woman turned around immediately after landing, took out a special piece of warm and smooth jade, and precisely embedded it into the entrance of the tree hole, sealing the entrance tightly and completely isolating it from the rain and air from the outside world.

Outside, the black rain continued to pour down and thunder roared, but inside the tree hollow, it was peaceful, dry, warm, and quiet, as if they were two completely different worlds.

After completely sealing the cave entrance, the woman's tense body finally relaxed, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

She turned to Chen Yang, bowed respectfully, and said in a tone full of admiration, "Fellow Daoist's strength is truly unparalleled!"

"However, even those with profound cultivation should not linger in the rain. This black rain can subtly erode a cultivator's soul and disrupt their cultivation foundation. Even more terrifying is the endless mutated zombies; as soon as they smell the scent of living beings, they will instantly become ferocious, bloodthirsty, and relentless!"

Looking at the cautious and fearful girl before him, Chen Yang asked, "I have many questions I'd like to ask. This swampy land is constantly plagued by black rain and teeming with zombies. Has it always been this hellish place?"

The girl gently shook her head, her expression somber, her eyes filled with sorrow: "My name is Xie Miaomiao, and I am a native of Zeguo."

"Our Ze Kingdom has always been peaceful and stable. Most of the local cultivators practice water-attribute health cultivation techniques. They are not good at killing and fighting, and they are calm and Buddhist in nature. They do not pursue cultivation and strength in a fanatical way. The whole country lives in peace and contentment, and the years are stable."

"But everything was completely overturned a few years ago."