Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8599: Action (1)

All present nodded upon hearing Chang Jun's remarks. Zhao Hai then glanced at the group and spoke gravely, “All of you, speak up.” He sought their views, as these individuals would assist in overseeing the Blood Slaughter Sect moving forward. It wouldn't suffice for just him, Laura, and the rest to handle such a vast organization.

Xu Gang responded deeply, “Sect Leader, we simply require capable experts with the boundary array to strike simultaneously. We can surely eliminate those foes and recruit more disciples into the fray. Overthinking is pointless now. Let's charge ahead.”

The group laughed at Xu Gang's blunt suggestion, and Zhao Hai chuckled too. “You're straightforward, yet your idea holds merit. Here's the plan: we'll follow your approach. Numerous disciples in the boundless Space lack real battle experience. It's high time they gained some. Select 50,000 troops plus 500 Island Lord-level powerhouses. I'll personally command them against Jing Changtian. Chang Jun, you and others each lead 100 to tackle the remaining elders. Await my signal and assault together. Seize them instantly—all must be elites. The rest provide backup. Any issues?”

No one anticipated Zhao Hai endorsing Xu Gang's rough strategy. But with his approval, objections were off the table. They chorused, “No issues, Sect Master. Rest assured.” They understood that once Zhao Hai decided, resistance was futile, so they consented.

Zhao Hai eyed them sternly and declared deeply, “Caution is essential this time. Jing Changtian and his allies are flanked by hordes of mighty experts, including many from Yin-Yang Sect. This clash won't be simple. Thus, I demand swift resolution without hesitation. Move out.”

The assembly nodded and promptly set preparations in motion. Once gone, Zhao Hai addressed Laura and the others, “Success here claims the Yin Ghost Sect for us. Yet we've provoked Yin-Yang Sect. Those from Yin-Yang Sect aren't benevolent. Our next target should be Yin-Yang Sect.”

Laura nodded gravely, “That's viable, Brother Hai, but stay vigilant. The Millennium War looms in under a century. Aggressively dismantling these sects could spell trouble when it erupts.”

Zhao Hai grinned, “The Millennium War—I've anticipated it eagerly. By its onset, Chunming and crew will return. Manpower shortages will vanish.” Unlike Chang Jun's group, Zhao Hai trusted his core followers more, with Wen Wenhai and Ding Chunming as prime examples.

Zhao Hai kept in touch with them regularly, even imparting smithing techniques. Though materials were unavailable, he guided them to source premium ores for crafting into magic tools, aiding their cultivation via smithing.

Crucially, this smithing method imposed minimal standards on celestial device quality. Superior devices worked fine; even lesser ones sufficed. Prime materials could upgrade them into celestial devices. Unlike standard ones, which solidified post-refinement without further enhancement, these magic tools allowed later infusions of superior materials for greater potency.

Though Wen Wenhai and Ding Chunming boasted decent power, they lagged below Island Lord realm—short of Zhao Hai's hopes. Hence, he shared weapon-refining secrets to accelerate their growth, immensely aiding them.

Days trickled away. Five days post-Yama meeting, preparations stood complete. Deploying 500 Island Masters was substantial. Yin-Yang Sect had sent merely 100 against Yu Qing—overkill in their view, as fewer sufficed for her power. Yet Yu Qing's case rippled broadly; elders avenging the Yu family dispatched token forces, totaling 100, all obliterated unexpectedly.

Now, Zhao Hai's side was primed comprehensively. Beyond 500 Island Lord elites, 50,000 regular cultivators joined—not for frontline combat, but post-strike support. Even in assault, not all 500 deployed; some struck while others backed, ensuring safe withdrawal. Otherwise, it'd be suicidal.

In five days, all was set. Zhao Hai's forces poised to advance. Skipping the skiff—still orbiting Dark Ghost Sect—they employed teleportation arrays to reach Jing Changtian's domain. Such arrays posed no challenge; they'd fused them into their Dharma artifacts as routine formations.

Zhao Hai spearheaded the thrust to Jing Changtian's lair, targeting the strongest of the five elders. Additionally, Yin-Yang Sect cultivators swarmed there, dispatched to aid against Yama Ling's faction. This demonstrated Yin-Yang Sect's tangible backing beyond mere words.

Deep in the blood sea's unseen depths, a white flash birthed over 10,000 figures. Clad in black robes with faces veiled, their leader matched their garb, yet all gazes tracked his every gesture.

He signaled downward, plunging everyone into the blood sea. They sank to its bed, settling to recover. Their magic tools drew energy straight from the sea, rendering the blood mist negligible.

Zhao Hai surveyed them, then linked with Chang Jun's team—all positioned and recuperating. He held off immediate action, monitoring surroundings. Ten miles ahead loomed Jing Changtian's Shadow Island—uniquely omitting “ghost,” yet unchallenged due to his Dark Ghost Sect stature.

Zhao Hai's group hugged perilously close to Shadow Island. Any stir would alert island sentries. War heightened vigilance, and daylight amplified risks. Thus, he ordered rest, postponing moves.

Hours crawled for cultivators, mere meditation. Dusk fell, but Shadow Island blazed with lights, defenses ironclad. Still, Zhao Hai knew action was imperative—night or day. He rose, gesturing; the rest followed suit.

Zhao Hai faced them gravely, “I'll infiltrate first, shatter the island's shield. Then deploy the barrier array and hunt Jing Changtian. Should I falter, trigger the barrier, dismantle it, and charge. Slay Jing Changtian swiftly. On success, withdraw at once. Ignore other island foes.”

All affirmed. Zhao Hai activated a teleportation array, messaging Chang Jun's squad. Actually, island assaults were prepped meticulously. Initial phase: plant barrier arrays covertly, activating only as required.

Planting undetected was straightforward. Their barrier arrays featured array-disruption tech, mimicking the island's shield to integrate seamlessly, embedding unnoticed.

With consensus, Zhao Hai motioned, guiding all to Shadow Island's fringe. Now rogue, Jing Changtian warred with Yama Ling; Shadow Island's shield hummed active. From blood sea depths—not surface, lest instant detection—Zhao Hai's team approached the barrier's edge.

At the perimeter, Zhao Hai produced a compact barrier array, roughly a meter wide, resembling a formation disk yet intricate with mechanisms. Fully powered, it expanded to ten meters; dormant, it stayed portable.

Zhao Hai affixed the array to the shield, channeling energy. It gleamed as inner runes whirled. Oddly, no energy ripples emanated—profoundly peculiar.