Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8484: Island Lord (1)

Capítulo 8484: Island Lord (1)

A tremendous explosion echoed as the defensive array shielding the Dark Ghost Sect's island failed to fully activate. Instead, it got torn apart by the incoming blade. Simultaneously, a massive scar from the blade etched itself across the island, stretching roughly ten miles in length and a mile across. Thick black fumes cloaked the entire gash, radiating pulses of eerie ghostly Qi.

Once the island's barrier shattered, Zhao Hai lifted his banner high and bellowed, "Ghostwind bandits, charge!" He swung the flag with vigor, summoning an army of spectral warriors into existence. Some of these phantoms formed a protective ring around the central Ghostwind bandits, while the others surged forward directly toward the island.

Suddenly, a furious roar cut through the air. "You bandits, how dare you invade my Ghost Island and stir up chaos. Are you begging for death?" The words barely faded when a shadowy figure materialized overhead. This spectral form swept its arm, unleashing a colossal ghostly talon that lunged straight at Zhao Hai.

"The Ghostwind bandits vow to dominate the realm. Your Dark Ghost Sect stands as our initial conquest." Zhao Hai burst into laughter. With those words, he flicked the banner once more, enveloping them in swirling dark mists. From within these clouds emerged a colossal serpent, over a hundred feet in length, which coiled and struck fiercely at the ghostly claw.

A resounding crash rang out as the enormous serpent clashed with the spectral talon. The claw burst apart in a puff of dark vapor that spread across the heavens and dispersed widely. At that instant, the Ghost Island's lord drew forth his artifact—a set of one hundred ebony banners. He brandished one of them, releasing a horde of vengeful spirits from its folds. These spirits sported wild, tangled locks and claw-like digits. It was clear at a glance that their power was formidable. Accompanied by waves of haunting wails, they unsettled the minds of foes, filling them with dread and hindering their full combat potential.

Zhao Hai paid no heed to such tactics. He gazed upon the spirits and declared gravely, "Today, I'll test this out. Let's see whose forces prevail—the malevolent shades of the Dark Ghost Sect or our own ghost soldiers." With that, he flourished the ghost banner, sending his legion of spectral troops crashing into the vengeful ghosts.

A thunderous impact resounded as the ghost soldiers met the malevolent spirits head-on. In a flash, numerous spectral warriors shattered into fragments. Yet those trailing behind pressed onward relentlessly, engaging the spirits in fierce combat. Countless adversaries vanished in mere moments. The heavens transformed into a chaotic arena for the clashing armies.

Zhao Hai eyed the Ghost Island with a scoff. "Do you truly believe the divine armament stays unused just because I'm wielding the Sinister Wind Ghost flag? Witness my might today. Shen Ji, Yin wind formation!" As Zhao Hai's command echoed, the heavens shifted dramatically. The already shadowy sky deepened to an inky blackness. Then, chilling gales swept through, their hues pitch-black. This ominous wind appeared capable of eroding spirits and marrow alike. It howled across the island, back and forth.

Any structure touched by this icy gale aged rapidly, crumbling into decay as if ravaged by decades of corrosion. They teetered on the verge of collapse. The vengeful spirits unleashed by the Ghost Island's lord emitted piercing shrieks upon exposure to the wind, as though gravely wounded. In contrast, Zhao Hai's ghost soldiers remained untouched. They even seemed invigorated, howling savagely at the skies and assaulting with renewed ferocity.

The Ghost Island's lord's countenance flickered with unease at this sight. He then sneered, "You think this can thwart my assault? Ridiculous! I'll show you today that the gap between the Refined Qi realm and the Consolidated Qi realm, though just one stage, creates a chasm in battle prowess vast as the divide between sky and earth! Thousand Ghost Divine Hammer!" At his shout, the malevolent spirits howled and ascended. They converged gradually into a massive spectral orb. This orb then compacted into a squat mallet. A snarling ghost visage adorned its head, lending it a savage appearance. Ghostly faces etched the mallet's surface, enhancing its eerie and grotesque aura.

Next, the ghost-faced mallet plummeted from above toward Zhao Hai. Though it hadn't yet struck, its overwhelming force already bore down heavily. Zhao Hai sensed as if the gates of the underworld were crashing from the firmament. A bone-chilling energy assailed them, causing his form to stiffen.

Despite the surprise, Zhao Hai stayed composed. He let out a cold huff and intoned deeply, "Fine, behold this technique of mine. Divine armament, Rolling Stones like thunder!" He swept the banner, drawing together vast swirls of dark Qi to form a enormous obsidian sphere overhead. The sphere then propelled itself directly at the ghost-faced mallet.

A deafening boom erupted as the dark sphere collided with the ghost-faced golden mallet, producing a sound that shook the ears. Following the clash, both the sphere and the mallet vanished into nothingness. The Ghost Island lord's expression twisted in shock. Though the ghost-faced golden mallet stemmed from his magical prowess and the bound fierce ghosts, its might rivaled that of a standard celestial artifact. He hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai blocking it using merely the Cold Wind Ghost flag. This outcome stunned him deeply. Yet rage quickly followed. He hadn't imagined his signature strike proving ineffective, as if personally insulted.

A vicious glint flashed across the Ghost Island master's features. He hurled the black banner skyward and unleashed a barrage of incantations. He bellowed, "Nine Nethers Ghost Domain, heed my call and manifest upon this realm. Perish!" As his words rang out, the banner expanded massively. In moments, it eclipsed the entire sky over the Ghost Island. It then descended gradually. With its approach, torrents of frigid energy seeped from the banner. Meanwhile, Zhao Hai perceived the landscape shifting. The Ghost Island's features faded away. They now stood in a new domain where the sky glowed a sinister crimson. The earth ran with blood hues, teeming with roaming ghosts, skeletal figures, and shambling undead.

Yet in that instant, a contingent of ghost soldiers materialized. At their forefront stood two imposing ghost generals. One bore an ox's head, the other a horse's. Both towered with muscular builds. The ox-headed one gripped a steel trident, while the horse-headed wielded a massive iron lance. Trailing them was a phalanx of armored ghost soldiers, clad in metal plates and armed with iron spears. Upon sighting this force, all ambient ghosts scattered in fear, as if confronting their direst foes.

Once these two generals and their troops emerged, they advanced directly toward Zhao Hai. The ox-headed leader fixed his gaze on Zhao Hai and thundered, "How bold, a mere mortal daring to command ghost soldiers? This defies the heavenly laws and marks you as a grave offender. Submit at once!" As he spoke, an intangible pressure descended upon Zhao Hai and the Ghostwind bandits at his back. The spectral soldiers around Zhao Hai displayed clear terror, akin to facing their mortal adversaries.

Zhao Hai showed no trace of fear. He regarded the pair with icy resolve and replied, "This is the Blood Sea Realm. No heavenly court holds sway here, thus no heavenly laws bind us. Ghost Lair Island master, I expected some cunning ploy from you. But this? Utterly feeble. You've fallen far short. What a letdown." With that, Zhao Hai gestured sharply, unfurling the banner in his grasp. He proclaimed deeply, "Even if the true heavenly court appeared, what of it? Behold as my inferno scorches the firmament!" At Zhao Hai's command, he thrust the banner upward. Innumerable blazes erupted skyward. These fires embodied pure yang essence. Recall that the Yin Wind Ghost flag Zhao Hai held was an artifact of utmost yin. Yet here he channeled an assault of extreme yang through this yin relic—a feat beyond comprehension.

The flames ignited the ambient yin Qi like dry tinder meeting a spark. They flared wildly, spreading with alarming speed. In no time, the area encircling Zhao Hai blazed entirely. Myriad ghosts touching the conflagration reduced to cinders on contact.

At that juncture, the ox-headed general snorted disdainfully. "Stubborn fool. You persist in defiance. Perish!" He brandished his trident and lunged, propelling a surge of glacial yin Qi straight at Zhao Hai. Upon reaching the flames, the chill only fueled their intensity, leaping higher. The blaze repelled the yin surge entirely. It hastened the dissipation of the cold energy. Soon, the yin Qi filling the domain ebbed away completely.

The ox-headed one stared in bewilderment, then snarled in fury, "Such insolence in the Nine Serenities Underworld! You must not be allowed to live! Brother, join me in subduing this insolent thief!" The horse-headed general nodded assent. He hefted his great spear and struck alongside the ox-headed one toward Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai scoffed at the sight. He then roared, "It appears breaking your Nine Nethers Ghost Domain demands my true prowess. Very well, bring it on. Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!" With Zhao Hai's order, he swung the banner. His ghost soldiers ascended in droves, coalescing mid-air into a gigantic arrow spanning thirty meters. Zhao Hai directed the banner ahead, and the arrow hurtled forth like a guided missile. Its velocity blurred it into invisibility across the void.

The arrow vanished into the ether. Initially, nothing seemed amiss, but then the whole realm quaked. The vibrations intensified rapidly, culminating in the space fracturing apart. The ox-headed and horse-headed generals, along with their ghost soldiers and the malevolent spirits, all faded from existence. The environment reverted. Zhao Hai and his allies returned to the Ghost Island. There, the black banner had shrunk and returned to the island master's hold. Yet the master's face bore a grim pallor. A closer inspection revealed a fresh puncture in the banner. Though small, wisps of dark vapor leaked from it. Clearly, his cherished artifact had sustained damage.