Zombie Cultivation Across Worlds

Haotai Hotel, Rooftop.

Duan Feipeng, with his limbs severed, let out a feeble howl.

But no one responded to him.

In front of him, there was only a Yin Corpse, which would periodically stuff a large Blood Pearl into his mouth to ensure he wouldn't die.

Duan Feipeng could only see the zombie farm, where thousands of flesh sacs lay in the dirt pits.

Their bodies were covered with various lush spiritual plants.

A gentle breeze blew, causing them to sway continuously.

But to Duan Feipeng, these things were no different from the devil's fangs.

It was terrifying.

This place was simply hell.

What kind of place had Chu Xuan found?

To be able to continuously grow spiritual plants using flesh sacs.

No wonder Chu Xuan possessed such terrifying power!

Duan Feipeng even tried secretly to contact his master, Zhu Taiji, using a jade slip embedded in his flesh.

However, no matter how much spiritual power he injected, sending countless pleas for help, the signal always vanished without a trace.

He couldn't get any response.

Duan Feipeng didn't know where this place was.

He only knew he was waiting for death.

Buzz.

A figure appeared in front of him without warning.

Duan Feipeng focused his eyes and saw it was Chu Xuan.

He widened his eyes in disbelief.