Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8377: Battle corpse (1)

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Previously on Living In Another World With A Farm...
A powerful bronze automaton successfully repelled an assault by Yi Xuanming, utilizing absorbed toxins to decimate a swarm of gold-consuming ants. Following a brief duel, the automaton executed the enemy commander and secured his remains for later use. With their leader fallen, the 13 Family Alliance’s army collapsed into a disorganized retreat, only to be systematically hunted by hidden forces in the sea of blood. Capitalizing on the victory, Zhao Hai rallied his exhilarated team to launch a surprise counter-offensive. They now prepare to infiltrate Blood Hawk Island via teleportation, aiming to strike the enemy from within while maintaining a strict boundary against the interference of high-level Island Lords.
Pan Qianlong was meticulously tracking the minutes, waiting for the moment the opposition would descend into total disorder. His plan was simple: strike while they were vulnerable and dismantle their forces. If they could shatter the enemy here, the Blood Slaughter Sect would be left without a single soldier on the Western Defense Line, allowing his alliance to seize every last island in the sector. His absolute confidence stemmed from the certainty that Yi Xuanming’s ambush would succeed. Yi Xuanming led a force of over 200,000, while Zhao Hai commanded a mere 10,000. Such a pathetic number stood no chance against such overwhelming odds. Pan Qianlong anticipated that once Zhao Hai’s group was pinned down, they would scream for reinforcements, throwing the Blood Slaughter Sect into a panic. That would be the perfect window to wipe out these Blood Slaughter Sect bastards once and for all. Suddenly, the teleportation array on Blood Hawk Island erupted in a brilliant white glow. Pan Qianlong blinked in surprise. Was someone arriving from Clear Blood Island? Had Yi Xuanming already finished off Zhao Hai and sent a messenger with the good news? As he speculated, a silhouette materialized within the array. Pan Qianlong froze, his heart skipping a beat. The figure was draped in unmistakable crimson robes. Even without seeing a face, the attire alone screamed Blood Slaughter Sect. Confusion flooded his mind. Why was a member of the Blood Slaughter Sect appearing in their private teleportation array? And why was he alone? Had he survived a slaughter at Clear Blood Island and fled here in desperation? Without warning, the Blood Slaughter Sect disciple soared into the sky. With a sharp flick of his wrist, a colossal bronze palace manifested over Blood Hawk Island. A swarm of cultivators poured out from the structure, lining up in formation. Suddenly, the bronze palace shifted and groaned, transforming into a gargantuan Copper Man. Brandishing a massive blade, the construct lunged at the defenders. The warriors emerging from the palace organized themselves into a battle array with lethal efficiency. They deployed a sea of puppets to swarm the inhabitants of Blood Hawk Island. The man who had first stepped out of the array performed a rapid series of hand seals and barked, "Alright!" At his command, a crimson mist billowed into the air, enveloping the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples. The disciples, already aggressive, seemed to be injected with chicken blood as they charged. Their eyes burned with a terrifying killing intent, and their expressions were twisted with a manic fervor. They looked less like men and more like blood-thirsty demons emerging from the depths of hell. The suddenness of the assault left the 13 Family Alliance cultivators on Blood Hawk Island paralyzed. Before they could grasp the situation, an entire army had appeared at their backs. The sheer unpredictability of the move left them completely at a loss. The massive Copper Man suddenly slammed into the ground and vanished. In the ensuing confusion, the defenders realized with horror that the island’s protective array had failed. The barrier, which had already been strained, had completely dissipated. The shock was total. But the nightmare was just beginning. The bronze statue rose again, tearing through the 13 Family Alliance disciples. Simultaneously, the Blood Slaughter Sect members on the island launched their assault. Previously, the protective barrier had forced the battle into a stalemate at a single breach; neither side could fully commit their strength. Now, with the barrier gone, the battlefield was wide open. However, it wasn't the open battle the 13 families had envisioned. They were being squeezed from both the inside and the outside, and their ranks collapsed into pure chaos. Pan Qianlong’s head throbbed as the reality of the situation finally sank in. He realized that these attackers were the elite core of the Blood Slaughter Sect, personally led by Zhao Hai. They were supposed to be the ones being ambushed. How were they here? Although he couldn't fathom the details, he knew with sickening certainty that Yi Xuanming and his 200,000 men must have met a terrible end. With that realization, Pan Qianlong’s mind snapped. Driven by a maddening desperation, he knew that if Yi Xuanming was gone, the Blood Slaughter Sect had already won. His own life was forfeit. If he was going down, he would take the architect of this disaster with him! Screaming in rage, he lunged toward Zhao Hai, who was still maintaining his hand seals behind the advancing army. His only goal now was a mutual destruction. Suddenly, the light above him was blotted out. He looked up to see the towering Copper Man blocking his path. The construct’s long saber swung toward him in an arc that seemed deceptively slow but was terrifyingly fast. The strike carried a complex weight that forced Pan Qianlong to recoil in shock. While he was ready to die to kill Zhao Hai, he wasn't ready to fall before reaching his target. He drew his curved saber and met the bronze giant’s blade. A black arc of light flashed through the air with incredible speed. With a resonant *clang*, his blade bit into the bronze skin of the construct. A deep wound appeared on the Copper Man. The construct seemed momentarily stunned by the sheer speed of the counterattack. Seizing the opening, Pan Qianlong maneuvered around the giant and continued his mad dash toward Zhao Hai. His focus remained locked on one target. Zhao Hai, perched atop his blood lotus, watched the exchange with calm eyes. Even as he maintained his seals, he noted Pan Qianlong’s impressive Cultivation and speed. However, he had no intention of engaging personally. His priority was the total defeat of the 13 Family Alliance's forces. With a single thought, Zhao Hai summoned a guard of battle corpses and high-level undead puppets. Simultaneously, the blood lotus exhaled a thick crimson fog that obscured his form from view. Throughout the process, his hands never deviated from their seal. As Pan Qianlong closed the distance, a dark blur intercepted him. He lashed out with his scimitar, sending a black crescent of Qi flying. A heavy *clang* echoed as the strike was parried. To his disbelief, a tall figure stood before him, having blocked the lethal blade with nothing but its bare arm. Pan Qianlong’s eyes widened. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, his scimitar turning into a blur of steel. The figure roared, crossing its arms to absorb the punishment. Though the blades left deep gouges and shredded the figure's clothing, the attacker didn't flinch. As the fabric tore away, the creature beneath was revealed. Pan Qianlong recoiled in horror. It was a battle corpse—and a high-level one at that. The creature’s skin was a sickly green with a metallic sheen. With its monstrous face and protruding fangs, it was an engine of destruction. Enraged by the assault, the battle corpse let out a sky-shaking roar. It lunged at Pan Qianlong with fingers tipped in half-foot-long claws. The nails gleamed with a cold, metallic light and carried the foul stench of decay. The poison was so potent that the mere smell was enough to warn of its lethality. As a member of the Corpse Demon Sect, Pan Qianlong was intimately familiar with such creatures. Although he and Yi Xuanming specialized in the sect's corpse-knife techniques rather than controlling undead, he knew exactly what he was looking at. In the hierarchy of the Corpse Demon Sect, battle corpses were ranked into four tiers: Gold, Silver, Copper, and Iron. Common zombies or hairy corpses used by low-level disciples didn't even make the list. Golden corpses were legendary—possessing infinite strength, impenetrable defense, and terrifying speed. Only the Sect Master and a few high Elders possessed them. Below them were the Silver corpses, whose power rivaled that of an Island Lord. These were rare sights, held only by the most renowned masters. The creature before him was a Copper corpse. These were typically the domain of Elders in the Magic Refinement realm. While some Island Lords utilized them, they were generally considered peak Magic Refinement level combatants, falling just short of a true Island Lord's power. The Iron corpses were the most common among true disciples, roughly equivalent to the Spell Essence realm. While the sect used many types of undead, these four specific ranks were "refined" battle corpses, distinct from naturally occurring zombies. The secret to refining them was the most guarded treasure of the Corpse Demon Sect. Pan Qianlong’s heart raced. It was impossible for an outsider to possess these. Yet, here was a Copper corpse, standing between him and his target. The sight was as baffling as it was terrifying.