Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8520: Division of forces (1)

Capítulo 8520: Division of forces (1)

Zhao Hai gave a pat to the Xenomorph beneath him. The creature he rode issued a prolonged whinny and advanced to lead the group. Gripping his black sword, Zhao Hai thrust it upward toward the heavens. Roughly a hundred miles ahead lay one of the sword origin sect's islands. Darkness had already fallen, rendering the island's occupants blind to their approach. Yet, all in the force spotted Zhao Hai clearly. A glow emanated from the black sword at his side. With a swing, Zhao Hai directed the blade's point straight at the island. His voice boomed, “Attack!” As his order rang out, the Xenomorph carrying him surged ahead. Simultaneously, the rest of the Xenomorphs trailed him, thundering toward the target. Excitement lit up their faces as they clutched their spears tightly. The outer bronze man, flag in hand, stuck close behind Zhao Hai.

Since the Xenomorphs galloped through the sky itself, their movement produced little sound. The beasts' calls remained subdued, failing to alert the island's dwellers right away. Only when they closed to within ten miles did the islanders detect them, triggering a piercing alarm that split the night.

The alarm's wail threw the island into pandemonium. Soon after, its defensive barrier flared to life. But by then, Zhao Hai and his followers had arrived at the island's perimeter. Abruptly, Zhao Hai swung his black sword, unleashing a dark blade beam from its edge that struck the shield squarely.

That shield resembled flimsy fabric under assault. The sword beam tore a massive gash through it. Zhao Hai and his team poured through the breach onto the island. Once inside, they pressed the assault without pause. Zhao Hai spearheaded the charging horde.

All at once, a shout echoed. “Who is this villain? How bold to assault the sword origin sect? Do you seek your doom?” Accompanying the cry, a blade beam slashed at Zhao Hai. This beam gleamed pure blue, solid as if forged from crystal, slicing fiercely toward him.

Zhao Hai eyed the incoming beam and chuckled. “A minor sect I've scarcely heard of, yet you act so arrogantly!” With those words, he swung his black sword, firing off a shadowy blade ray. Dark, eerie ghostly Qi swirled around it, accompanied by haunting shrieks that chilled the soul.

A thunderous clash erupted as the beams met. The blue one shattered instantly beneath the black's force, yet the dark ray pressed on undiminished. In moments, it cleaved a wide swath before Zhao Hai, bisecting both foes and structures alike.

Suddenly, a sword's hum pierced the air. A silhouette dove from above, its blade beam aimed at Zhao Hai. The edge cut with lethal precision, marking its wielder as a true master—likely an Island Lord, given the beam's edge.

Zhao Hai met the beam with a cold huff. His mount halted abruptly. Raising his black sword, he countered with a dark beam that clashed head-on with the attack.

A resounding clang! rang out from the impact. Zhao Hai's arm stayed steady, but the attacker's frame shook, propelling him skyward once more. Yet in that instant, a shadowy form, coiling like a dark serpent, lashed at the man. He spotted it and paled. Though his body rebelled, he swung his sword to fend off the shadow.

Still, turmoil roiled his qi and blood, disrupting his Dharma power. Zhao Hai's subtle energy lingered within him, forcing him to divert much of his strength to quell the chaos. Thus, his blade's strike weakened. He recognized the shadow as the demon beast's tail under Zhao Hai, which eased his mind somewhat. As an Island Lord expert, he figured even a partial block against a beast's assault posed no real threat.

But then came the blocking sound. A tremendous impact jolted through his sword, flinging it away. Agony bloomed in his chest next. Control slipped from his body; he twirled wildly in the air before blackness claimed him.

Unbeknownst to him, the chest pain stemmed from the Xenomorph's tail impaling him. Barbs lined the tail, and its thrash as it struck sent his form spinning. Impaled, he dangled from the appendage, sightless to his fate.

This man served as the island master. His fall left none capable of halting Zhao Hai's advance. The Xenomorphs boasted speed and might in equal measure. Nearly every structure on the island crumbled under their charge. They slew all in their path, sparing no runners. Even those attempting flight found escape impossible.

A bronze man, crafted from arrays, shadowed Zhao Hai. Controlled by the blood lotus—which Zhao Hai could also command—he deployed a barrier array upon landing. This nullified all the island's formations, trapping everyone within.

Within under four hours, every cultivator on the island lay slain. Zhao Hai skipped orders for cleanup, summoning Chang Jun and others instead. He also gathered the Island Lord experts from the dead spirit clan. Surveying them, Zhao Hai declared, “The sword origin sect controls 57 islands total, and we've claimed one. Time to divide the rest. I'll head a force against their main island personally. For the others, coordinate via this island's teleportation array if you wish. We'll dismantle the sword origin sect by night's end.”

A chorus of “Yes!” echoed their agreement. Zhao Hai then assigned personnel. Numbers were slim, forming over 50 teams—each modestly sized. He distributed them all, taking only the bronze men to strike the sword origin sect's heart. The sinister Wind Ghost flag held endless ghost soldiers, sufficing for his needs. This time, Zhao Hai committed fully, unleashing dead spirit race members and aberrations alongside. The undead and Xenomorphs would ravage the sects in tandem.

Assignments complete, all rushed to the teleportation arrays. Zhao Hai led the way, bound for the main island assault. Toppling it would leave the sword origin sect leaderless, ripe for the taking on other fronts. Thus, he struck first.

Stepping into the formation, white light enveloped Zhao Hai and the bronze man, vanishing them from the array. Instantly, they materialized in another. Upon arrival, the bronze man triggered a barrier, disabling the island's other formations at once.

The Sword origin sect disciples minding the array sensed trouble immediately. The fierce auras from Zhao Hai and the bronze man screamed outsiders. The guard bellowed, “Alert! Alert! Enemy invasion!” His cry set off the main island's strident alarm.

The blare plunged the whole island into frenzy. The bronze man flourished the ghost flag, summoning hordes of ghost soldiers. Black Qi enshrouded them, clad in hefty dark armor, wielding diverse arms as they howled and swarmed the land. Zhao Hai and the bronze man charged forth as well.

Suddenly, eight silhouettes soared from the island, lunging at Zhao Hai. One roared, “You vermin, daring to stir chaos in the sword origin sect? You've grown weary of life. Taste my blade!” His thrust carried the roar of crashing waves. The rest joined the fray.

Zhao Hai scoffed at the sight, lifting his black flexible sword. “Divine armament, Pear Blossom in the storm!” he cried. Innumerable white lights burst from the blade, hurtling toward his foes! As an Island Lord now, Zhao Hai's version of the technique dwarfed its former might. The attackers never anticipated such a counter; it dispersed their sword strikes entirely.

Yet they ranked as Island Lords too. Their leader outclassed most, swinging his sword to summon a river that shielded them from Zhao Hai's white lights.

Zhao Hai showed no surprise, grinning instead. “Well done, you've got some skill. But that's your limit. Behold this: Three Thousand Weak Waters!” A droplet of black water formed on his sword, expanding swiftly into a vast river that barreled toward them.

The sword origin sect's leader sneered at Zhao Hai's attack. “Blue ocean sword, endless ocean of fire!” he bellowed. An immense sea arose around him, encasing the group. Still, they misjudged the technique's ferocity. Though a sword move, Three Thousand Weak Waters packed immense power. Unlike normal water, weak water's black form weighed far more. Thus, despite its fluid, serene guise, the technique struck with crushing force, surpassing a standard blade's weight.