Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8366: Methods (1)

Blood Eye Island was a modest landmass, comparable in scale to Blood Stone Island. Previously, it had been under the governance of a cultivator at the Art of Refinement realm. Many disciples within the Blood Slaughter Sect had assumed Zhao Hai would target a more prominent stronghold for his opening counter-offensive. His choice of a smaller target like Blood Eye Island came as a surprise, yet no one voiced an objection. They recognized that Zhao Hai was finally taking the fight to the enemy, and their current military numbers remained slightly inferior to those of the Alliance of the 13 Families.

A brilliant flash of white light erupted in the air outside Blood Eye Island. Roughly a hundred miles away, the Blood Slaughter Sect’s army materialized and immediately launched a fierce charge toward the coast. The Alliance disciples stationed on the island quickly spotted the approaching forces. They scrambled to activate the protective formation, sounded the sirens, and sent an urgent plea for reinforcements to Pan Qianlong.

Pan Qianlong had anticipated a strike from the Blood Slaughter Sect as early as yesterday. However, because his Alliance occupied such a vast number of islands, predicting the exact target was impossible. He had settled for placing all garrisons on high alert, instructing them to raise their shields and stall any attackers until help could arrive.

Upon receiving word that Blood Eye Island was under siege, Pan Qianlong personally led a relief force to the scene. He was careful to bring a substantial number of troops, fearing that the sheer volume of puppets used by the Blood Slaughter Sect might overwhelm a smaller group.

By the time Pan Qianlong and his reinforcements reached the vicinity, the Blood Slaughter Sect’s cultivators were already engaged in a violent assault. Though the offensive was relentless, the island’s defenses were still holding. Seeing this, Pan Qianlong felt a sense of relief and began organizing a counter-strike. Suddenly, the intensity of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s attack surged, leaving the island’s protective formation on the verge of total collapse.

Zhao Hai stood positioned behind the main body of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s forces. The moment Pan Qianlong appeared with his men, Zhao Hai knew the trap was set. With nearly 200,000 enemies gathered and more arriving, he signaled Yan Bei, who was directing the front line. Zhao Hai’s hands moved into an Outer Binding Seal as he commanded, "All!" At his word, an identical duplicate of Zhao Hai and his Greatsword manifested beside him. His true form and weapon vanished, replaced by a perfect illusion.

With the deception in place, Zhao Hai used his intent to vanish. To the defenders on Blood Eye Island, it appeared as though he was still standing safely behind his troops, his massive sword beneath his feet. No one suspected he had departed.

An instant later, Zhao Hai reappeared within the Blood Sea, a hundred miles away from Blood Treasure Island. He glided through the crimson depths toward the target, remaining submerged to avoid detection. Once he reached the perimeter of Blood Treasure Island, he extended his divine sense to scout the area.

Blood Treasure Island was a major stronghold, ranked among the top five most significant locations on the Western defense line. It was one of the three largest prizes seized by the Alliance of the 13 Families, only slightly smaller than Bloodmountain Island. Given its strategic value, the Alliance guarded it heavily with 30,000 remaining soldiers—after Pan Qianlong had drawn 20,000 away as reinforcements—and kept the protective formation active at all times. The cultivators there were braced for a fight, proving that the Alliance was wary of a diversionary tactic.

Zhao Hai retracted his divine sense and projected his consciousness into the Greatsword. The weapon had expanded to accommodate 10,000 men. The interior was a vast, low-ceilinged hall where the disciples were forced to sit or stand in close quarters, lacking the luxury of private space.

Despite the cramped conditions, the disciples remained silent and focused, knowing they were the vanguard of the counter-attack. Zhao Hai appeared before them within the sword’s internal space. "You have all endured much, but the wait is nearly over," he told them. "Prepare for battle. Puppet users to the front. When I open the Greatsword, exit first and deploy your puppets to strike. The rest will follow. Is that clear?"

The soldiers rose as one, shouting, "Yes, Commander, we understand!" Their faces were alight with anticipation. The prospect of reclaiming Blood Slaughter Sect territory filled them with a fierce fighting spirit.

Zhao Hai nodded, adding a stern warning: "When I give the order to retract the puppets, do so instantly. If you cannot retract them, ground them immediately so they do not obstruct our path. Then, the rest of you will charge. Kill everyone. I want no survivors. No one is to be left alive."

A thunderous roar of approval met his command. The disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect, naturally inclined toward ruthlessness, found Zhao Hai’s orders perfectly suited to their nature. Their excitement reached a fever pitch.

"Be ready," Zhao Hai concluded with a smile. "If anyone fails us today, they will be removed from this unit and replaced. Do you understand?" The group responded with another shout, though a chill ran through them. Zhao Hai’s words had transformed the mission from a mere assignment into an elite privilege. He wanted them to feel distinct from the average disciple, knowing that such a mindset would sharpen their lethality in the field.

Seeing the fire in their eyes, Zhao Hai exited the internal space and returned to the Greatsword’s exterior. With a wave of his hand, the sword breached the surface of the Blood Sea. Alarms immediately blared across Blood Treasure Island as the defenders rushed to their combat stations.

Zhao Hai looked upon the frantic cultivators with a cold sneer. He formed a Fudo Seal and bellowed, "Lin!" The sword beneath him shifted into a towering giant. The giant’s hands formed a Sun Seal as a booming voice echoed: "Forward!"

The giant extended its arms, which transformed into massive, terrifying ghost claws. Countless magical arrays shimmered across the talons. The claws slammed into the protective formation of Blood Treasure Island, gripping the energy shield and tearing it open with a violent screech. The giant thrust its head through the breach, its body turning into a liquid-like substance that poured onto the island.

Once grounded, the liquid solidified back into the giant. It opened its mouth, and a torrent of cultivators poured out. The front ranks immediately deployed a sea of puppets while those behind drew their weapons.

As the last man exited, the giant transformed once more, becoming a massive formation that locked onto the terrain. The Alliance defenders realized too late that their teleportation arrays were dead. While the island's original shield had been compromised, a new barrier had been erected by Zhao Hai, trapping everyone inside.

Panic gripped the Alliance of the 13 Families. Terrified by Zhao Hai’s overwhelming display of power, many lost their resolve. Though they tried to resist, their fear was so great they could barely exert half their strength. They were in no position to withstand the Blood Slaughter Sect’s fury.

The attackers were relentless, fueled by Zhao Hai’s order of total extermination. Even as the puppets tore through the enemy lines, the disciples behind them gripped their blood sabers, their eyes turning a predatory red. Their collective killing intent was so thick it became a physical weight, further paralyzing the defenders.

Zhao Hai’s eyes flashed as he saw the momentum. "Collect!" he commanded. The puppet masters instantly shifted their constructs into the forms of greatswords that slammed into the earth. "Attack!" Zhao Hai roared.

"Kill!" the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples screamed in a bloodthirsty chorus, charging forward to finish the slaughter.