Chapter 7 Late Night Snack Delivered to Your Doorstep
John Smith sat cross-legged by the cave entrance, closed his eyes, and assumed a meditative pose with his hands forming a circle above his head.
Meditation was the most common way to cultivate one's soul power after becoming a master.
It could be used to restore or increase soul power. Once accustomed to it, meditation could even replace sleep entirely to achieve better physical recovery.
John Smith didn't dare to immerse himself in deep meditation but only remained in a shallow state.
This way, he could maintain a certain level of awareness and be ready to respond to any external situations.
Time passed by quickly.
Suddenly, a loud bang, like the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, broke the silence of the valley.
John Smith was abruptly awakened because the noise was so close to him.
Looking outside through the cracks in the rocks, he saw a brown-black wild boar lying on the ground like a pile of mud. Its fat belly kept twitching, and its tusks were broken.
It was spitting out blood foam.
[Name]: Tusked Boar (Wild)
[Race]: Monster Realm · Quadrupedal Beast Type · Tusked Boar Tribe
[Life Level]: Late-stage Juvenile
[Bloodline Quality]: Ordinary Bone Level 3 Stars
[Status]: Dying
[Intelligence]: Low
[Characteristics]: Reckless
[Skills]: Charge, Skyward Thrust
[Gourmet Cells]: 9
"What happened?"
Emily Jones was also awakened and whispered, leaning closer to John Smith.
"Maybe it fell from above and was half-dead from the impact."
John Smith guessed casually, but he was very worried.
It was the most active time for zombies, and such a large wild boar falling down was like a late-night snack delivered right to their doorstep.
John Smith wanted to complain.
"If you're going to provide door-to-door service, why did you have to fall and die in front of our cave? If we get caught, we'll be in trouble too!"
In the darkness, a pair of greenish-blue eyes turned towards them, one after another, gathering like ghostly flames.
Soon, more than twenty hungry zombies, of different heights and sizes, gathered around them. Their suppressed roars echoed one after another.
They crowded together, and their sinister claws took turns tearing chunks of flesh from the tusked boar's body.
They then devoured it like starved demons, the scene extremely gruesome.
John Smith covered Emily Jones's mouth, afraid that she couldn't withstand the sight and scream out loud, which would make them a live target.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Suddenly, a massive humanoid shadow appeared in the distance, kicking up a storm of sand and charging towards them.
With each step, the ground shook violently.
It charged into the group of zombies without any regard for its safety, able to easily pick up a hungry zombie with one hand and casually toss it more than ten meters away like a pebble.
With this method, the regular zombies surrounding the Ironclad Zombie were quickly cleared out.
The monster roared, opening its bloody jaws and howling towards the sky.
The hungry zombies that still dared to approach it instantly collapsed to the ground, trembling.
Under the light of the moon, the monster stood over two meters tall, with disheveled hair and a body that shimmered like metal from head to toe.
If one were to only look at its body, it could be mistaken for a superior work of sculpture, every line filled with violent aesthetics.
But when you see its face, your scalp will surely tingle, and every sense will tell you that it is a complete and utter killing machine!
Human-like scars covered its face, as if it had been twisted by sharp objects, and its emerald green eyes were filled with uncontrollable violence and murderous intent.
John Smith only glanced at it for a moment before lowering his eyes, afraid of being noticed.
John Smith silently recalled the attribute panel he had just seen:
Name: Ironclad Zombie (Wild)
Race: Underworld·Zombie Type·Undead
Life Level: Mature Initial Stage
Bloodline Quality: Ordinary Bone 7 Stars
Status: Furious
Intelligence: Low
Special Abilities: Dark Adaptation/Infection/Metal Skin
Skills: Hardened Corpse Claws, Skull Crushing Fist, Iron Head Hammer, Poison Fangs
Gourmet Cells: 35
"After all, we've attracted a big guy," John Smith whispered as he pulled Emily Jones, hiding in the cave and not daring to move. Unknowingly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.
Regular zombies had poor perception and were afraid of light and heat, so either they couldn't find the cave or they wouldn't approach it.
But this evolved Ironclad Zombie was different, it was already a mature body and regular flames or heat might have some effect on it, but it would be minimal.
"Now we can only hope it doesn't find us... Big brother, can I call you big brother? After eating this stupid pig, please go home early and get some sleep. It's good for digestion..."
John Smith furrowed his brow, silently praying.
The big brother zombie in iron armor, who drove away the little zombies fighting for food, saw that no one dared to approach and the ferocity in its eyes eased slightly.
It approached the carcass of the fang pig, squatted down, and began to enjoy the feast.
The sound of blood splattering and bones being chewed echoed, making Emily Jones's face turn pale.
Soon, the remaining half of the fang pig was cleaned up by the iron-clad zombie.
It stood up, still seeming a bit unsatisfied, as if it hadn't eaten enough.
Looking around, the little zombies on the ground were so scared that they wished they could bury themselves in the sand.
Suddenly, the iron-clad zombie tilted its head and looked straight at the cave where John Smith was, with a fierce grin on its face.
"This is bad!" John Smith thought to himself and quickly grabbed Emily Jones and retreated backward.
With a loud bang, the iron-clad zombie punched through the big rock blocking the entrance of the cave and half of its body entered the cave.
It smelled the scent of human flesh! Amidst the flying debris, John Smith quickly grabbed a metal rod and smashed it onto the zombie's head.
In just a few seconds, John Smith had hit it at least ten times with all his strength, but the sound of metal collision echoed in the cave and there was no trace of damage on the zombie's head.
On the contrary, its ferocity increased, as if it was angered.
"Watch out!" Emily Jones screamed from nearby!
The sharp claws of the zombie quickly stabbed toward John Smith's chest.
John Smith's body was covered in sweat, his pupils contracted to a needle-like point.
He narrowly avoided the vital points by turning his body, but his shoulder was still grazed, leaving behind five black claw marks.
The wound was not deep, but the blood that oozed out was immediately stained black.
Obviously, the zombie's claws were highly poisonous.
Luckily, John Smith was not worried about being poisoned.
As someone with the oldest blood poison sealed within him, his body had a strong immunity to low-level toxins, which was the only benefit he gained from that disastrous event.
"What should I do? How can I break through this crisis?"