Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8378: Forbidden law (1)

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Previously on Living In Another World With A Farm...
Pan Qianlong’s plan to ambush the Blood Slaughter Sect backfires when Zhao Hai unexpectedly arrives at Blood Hawk Island via teleportation. Leading an elite force from within the enemy's own base, Zhao Hai disables the island’s protective formation, leaving the 13 Family Alliance trapped between two attacking fronts. Driven to desperation, Pan Qianlong attempts a suicidal charge at Zhao Hai but is intercepted by a massive bronze construct and a powerful copper battle corpse. Recognizing the undead creature as a secret high-level asset of his own sect, Pan Qianlong is left stunned as chaos consumes the island.
Clang! Clang! Clang! A rapid succession of metallic collisions echoed through the air. Pan Qianlong and the battle corpse had already traded dozens of blows in a blur of motion. Neither side could gain the upper hand; while one possessed superior defensive capabilities and raw power, the other relied on greater speed. However, this advantage was marginal. Pan Qianlong found it impossible to fully distance himself from the battle corpse. At this rate, a victor would not be decided quickly. Meanwhile, the massive bronze statue had opted out of this specific duel, turning its attention toward the other members of the Thirteen Family Alliance. Not everyone shared Pan Qianlong’s exceptional reflexes. While he could strike the bronze man and successfully retreat, the others were not so fortunate. Despite its towering stature, the bronze man’s speed was formidable. The only reason Pan Qianlong had managed to evade it earlier was that the construct had underestimated its opponent. Possessing a level of sentience, the bronze statue exhibited human-like arrogance. It hadn't anticipated Pan Qianlong's agility, which allowed the man’s saber to connect with its body. Although the resulting wound was superficial and healed instantly, the bronze man felt a sense of humiliation. That Pan Qianlong had slipped through its fingers was an unforgivable insult. Since Pan Qianlong was now preoccupied with the battle corpse, the bronze man vented its fury on the rank-and-file disciples of the Thirteen Family Alliance. Blade light flashed repeatedly, and a significant number of disciples were cut down by the bronze giant. The disciples of the Thirteen Family Alliance desperately tried to retaliate, but they soon discovered their efforts were futile. The bronze man’s recovery rate was staggering, and its physical defense was nearly impenetrable. Their strikes did nothing to slow it down. The bronze man maintained its humanoid shape but would occasionally transmute into a colossal sword. In this form, it lunged forward like a massive magical treasure, pulverizing anyone in its path. Faced with such an overwhelming and relentless foe, the members of the Thirteen Family Alliance were left without a counter-strategy. Beyond the bronze man, the Bloodsucker team was also devastating the Alliance forces. The cultivators had never encountered such a group before, and only now did they realize how terrifying they were. Anyone who drew near was instantly affected; their magical power, mental focus, and even their sanity were drained or disrupted. To the Bloodsuckers, those who approached were mere prey. It was a horrifying sight. Furthermore, the puppets inflicted massive casualties on the Alliance. Lacking any interruption talismans, the cultivators had no means to shut the puppets down, allowing the machines to attack without restraint. Zhao Hai and Li Lai had deployed a staggering three million puppets—more than enough to overwhelm the enemy. The cultivators were practically drowning under the sheer weight of numbers. As the battle dragged on, the Alliance's numbers dwindled rapidly. They had deployed roughly 200,000 reinforcements to Blood Hawk Island, which, combined with the 30,000 original defenders, totaled about 230,000. However, they were pitted against an army of 100,000 from the Blood Slaughter Sect and millions of puppets. Victory was impossible. The more pragmatic cultivators began looking for exits. Some succeeded by retreating to areas where the spiritual Qi was stable enough to risk using portable teleportation arrays. Even if they ended up at random coordinates far from home, they were simply grateful to survive. Escaping that slaughterhouse was victory enough. Pan Qianlong remained locked in combat with the battle corpse. He had forgotten his earlier vow to take Zhao Hai down with him; his focus was now entirely on destroying the creature before him. He had seen bronze corpses within his Sect before, but none possessed the combat prowess of this one. Despite exerting his full strength, he couldn't break the battle corpse's guard. His frustration grew into a burning rage. After several hundred exchanges, a flicker of cunning suddenly appeared in the battle corpse’s blood-red, vacant eyes. Pan Qianlong was momentarily stunned, doubting his own vision. In that split second of hesitation, the battle corpse leaped back, exiting the fray. Before Pan Qianlong could pursue, he realized he had been lured into an ambush. Shock and fury warred within him. He was surrounded by Zhao Hai’s personal guard—figures clad in heavy armor who emitted no energy fluctuations. Pan Qianlong suspected they were puppets rather than living cultivators; otherwise, their Qi would be detectable. What truly enraged him was being outmaneuvered by a battle corpse. A mindless tool of war had tricked him! As a member of the Corpse Devil Sect, being deceived by a corpse was a disgrace. If word of this reached the outside world, he would become a laughingstock, perhaps even driven to end his own life out of shame. With a roar, Pan Qianlong lunged at the battle corpse, but the heavy puppets intercepted him. They moved in unison, swinging massive, heavy sabers. Usually, such large weapons were slow, but these puppets handled them with terrifying fluidness. Pan Qianlong hoped to use his speed to slip through their formation. He was quickly proven wrong. The puppets were incredibly fast, and their blades were faster still. The twelve puppets created a cage of a dozen blade lights, trapping Pan Qianlong in a deadly web. No matter which way he turned, there was no exit. The circle of blade light tightened, constricting his movements. Panic began to set in. He could feel the immense power vibrating from those blades; a single hit would be catastrophic. Realizing that staying would lead to his certain death, Pan Qianlong reached into his robes and produced a small skeleton. It was no larger than a palm, carved from a translucent black crystal. He tossed it into the air and roared, "Rise!" The artifact expanded instantly, swelling into a massive skeletal figure over ten meters wide. The giant skeleton unhinged its jaw, emitting the piercing, agonizing wail of a newborn. The sound caused every cultivator within earshot to feel a wave of nausea and mental distress. They were forced to circulate their magical power immediately to shield their minds from the sonic assault. The horror didn't stop there. As the crying continued, black Qi billowed from the skeleton’s mouth, condensing into hundreds of Black Ghost Babies. These spirits swarmed toward the puppets and nearby cultivators. Taking advantage of the chaos, Pan Qianlong flickered like a shadow, breaking through the puppet encirclement to flee. However, a figure suddenly barred his path. Looking at him with a gaze as cold as ice, the newcomer said, "You have a lot of nerve. To actually refine such an abominable thing... I will not let you leave today." He formed a hand seal and shouted, "Lin!" At the command, a gargantuan palm manifested in the sky and slammed down toward Pan Qianlong. It was Zhao Hai. He had stopped overseeing the Bloodsucker team since the Alliance army had already broken and scattered. With the exception of those fleeing, the enemy was no longer a threat. However, the moment he saw Pan Qianlong's artifact, his anger flared, and he intercepted the man. Pan Qianlong’s face paled at Zhao Hai’s arrival, but he quickly bared his teeth in a sneer. "Kid, don't play the saint. Is the Blood Slaughter Sect really any better than us? Don't act so righteous. Taste this!" He swung his blade at Zhao Hai while the skeleton continued its haunting cries, releasing over a thousand ghost babies into the air. Zhao Hai’s expression darkened further. He snorted coldly. "You're right. I’m from the Blood Slaughter Sect, and I don't claim to be a good man. But I am not a monster. The Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone is a forbidden artifact, banned by every major Sect in the Blood Sea Realm. That you dared to craft it shows you have no regard for anything." The cultivators nearby were horrified by Zhao Hai’s words. They hadn't realized the artifact was the infamous Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone. Its reputation was legendary and terrifying. Their gazes toward Pan Qianlong shifted from mere enmity to pure, murderous intent. Even among those on the demonic path, the methods required to forge such a weapon were considered too depraved. It was a tool so vile that the Great Sects of the Blood Sea Realm had collectively sworn to eradicate anyone who possessed it.