Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8626: The great battle (1)

Zhao Hai glanced at Yama Ling and the rest, declaring, "Kill them all. Don’t leave anyone on the island above the Island Lord level alive. Leave this person to me." With those words, he lunged toward the towering figure. While charging, his hands quickly formed a hand seal. The moment the seal took shape, Zhao Hai’s body abruptly expanded, growing taller and larger into a giant almost 10 meters high. Oddly enough, his clothes enlarged along with him.

Transformed into a giant, Zhao Hai swung his palm down at the muscular man. His palm had swelled to nearly a meter wide. Descending like a gloomy cloud, it bore down on the brawny man’s head. The sight left the brawny man stunned. He had trained in portions of the Giant Demon Sect’s cultivation method, which let his body enlarge too, but nowhere near this scale. Additionally, his later practices focused on honing his power rather than boosting size, keeping his form at roughly three meters max. He might outmatch typical Giant Demon Sect cultivators in strength, yet Zhao Hai’s display was unprecedented for him.

Above all, witnessing Zhao Hai’s technique made him instantly suspect the attacker hailed from the Giant Demon Sect. They must have uncovered their plans and dispatched experts to crush them. This realization weakened his aura noticeably and shook his focus. Right then, Zhao Hai’s massive hand loomed over his head. In panic, he thrust both arms up to fend off the strike.

BOOM! A thunderous crash echoed as Zhao Hai’s hands collided with the brawny man’s. An overwhelming force surged from Zhao Hai’s palms straight into the man’s body. This power twisted and shifted inside him. Any resistance his own energy mounted got redirected, dispersed, drained, or shattered. It pierced through effortlessly like a scorching blade slicing soft butter, barreling toward his heart meridian. Instantly, the brawny man sensed his heart shatter. Blood erupted from his mouth uncontrollably. Darkness swallowed his sight as he crumpled to the ground. He managed faint outgoing breaths but none incoming—he was doomed.

Curiously, despite the deafening impact where their hands met, the brawny man’s body remained upright on the ground. The earth beneath his feet stayed untouched. This precision sealed his fate: Zhao Hai’s entire force targeted him alone, with zero spillover to the surroundings. That’s how his heart meridian snapped in a single blow.

With a casual flick, Zhao Hai stored the man into his spatial space, converting him into a dead spirit clan member. Then his body blurred as he dashed into the Herculean Sect. Yama Ling was already clashing with Herculean Sect foes, including some from the Corpse Demon Sect. They had dispatched a formidable expert this time. The one battling Yama Ling was a key elder in the Corpse Demon Sect, whose status nearly matched the six great elders of the Blood Kill Sect in influence. His power had long hit the Dharma-opening realm and teetered on the edge of the legal realm.

Yet Yama Ling was no pushover either. Even facing two opponents, he held his ground firmly. The dead spirit clan members blocked the island’s main force experts from the Giant Strength Sect side, who found themselves outmatched.

Zhao Hai arrived in a flash. He barreled into the fray, a pitch-black longsword materializing in his grip—it looked extraordinarily unique. Upon reaching them, he targeted a Corpse Demon Sect elder wielding a blade.

This blade elder from the Corpse Demon Sect mastered their signature corpse knife technique, boasting tremendous might. He gripped a dark scimitar. Zhao Hai’s longsword thrust straight at him, unleashing a piercing whistle. The eerie sound stunned all who heard it momentarily, causing their movements to falter.

The Corpse Demon Sect elder’s actions hitched briefly before he snapped back. His face twisted in grim fury. Glaring at Zhao Hai, he growled, "From the Sharp Sword Sect!" His words didn’t slow him; his scimitar whipped into a swirling black glow, parrying Zhao Hai’s thrust.

Zhao Hai gave a cold sneer at the man's look, yet he stayed silent. The long sword he gripped thrust forward repeatedly. Every thrust produced a piercing whine, akin to a specter's wail that rattled the minds of those around. Simultaneously, dark fumes billowed from all sides, enveloping the entire group.

This dark fume greatly affected members of the corpse demon sect and the giant strength sect, as it obstructed their spirit sense. Their spirit sense was trapped inside, while the fumes blinded their vision completely. Moreover, the dark fume muffled all noises. They ended up both sightless and soundless.

The corpse demon sect elder clutching a scimitar glanced about and sensed trouble. He bellowed involuntarily, “Corpse cutter, the blade splits the world!” With those words, he swung his blade wide. The strike unleashed tremendous power, cleaving through the nearby black mist.

Yet a shriek rang out right after. The corpse demon sect elder rejoiced and turned toward the noise at once, sensing it stemmed from his blade Qi. That meant he had struck a foe—excellent tidings indeed.

Still, upon spotting the one he had slain outright, he froze in shock. The victim turned out to be an Island Lord level expert from the herculean sect. Thus, his recent blade strike had harmed an ally instead of the foe.

While he stood dazed, a razor-sharp presence suddenly lunged at his rear. He realized instantly that a sword was targeting his back. He yelled out and whirled the scimitar in his grasp, deploying the late battle eight-sided hidden sword style to shield himself completely.

But the clash he anticipated never arrived, nor did his blade halt anything. Even that keen aura he sensed vanished. Stunned, he leaped upward while swinging his scimitar toward the sky. He figured the black fumes couldn't span too vast an area, so ascending would let him escape it.

Yet the moment he took to the air, a fierce Qi surged from below his feet, aiming straight for his Yin acupoint. Horror struck him; he twisted his waist forcefully and flipped mid-air, then hacked downward with his scimitar.

Pfft! The corpse demon sect expert sensed his scimitar slicing into flesh. Joy surged within him. But soon he noticed resistance—the cut felt labored. He roared and poured all his strength into the downward slash.

"Ah!" A agonized scream echoed, chased by a furious bellow. Then an overwhelming force barreled toward him. The corpse demon sect expert paused, then realized the error. The punch's might revealed it came from someone in the gigantic strength sect.

Regret came too late now. The rival's fist barreled in. He tried pulling back while yanking free his scimitar. The fist's wind dispersed the black fog then. True enough, a giant strength sect member stood there, shoulder gaping from a massive gash—clearly his doing. The man glared at him in rage, but upon recognizing his face, surprise flickered across it.

Right then, a dark sword gleam shot from the fog like a striking viper. Its timing was perfect—the giant strength sect man was still startled and off-guard. Before he could respond, the sword gleam speared his throat.

The herculean sect disciple's eyes popped wide, yet his life force proved tenacious. Even with his throat run through, he flung a punch toward the dark sword's origin. The sword withdrew into the fog, making the herculean sect disciple's blow land on empty air.

Regarding the Corpse Demon Sect expert, upon seeing this scene, he couldn't suppress a sudden idea. He abruptly recalled that the sword-bearing figure who had ambushed him twice and tricked him into striking his own allies was exactly this individual. With the swordsman obviously positioned below, he figured he could break free from the black smoke. Once he escaped the black smoke, he could dispel it effortlessly with a simple move, turning the tide completely. This notion made him roar fiercely. His body then surged upward into the air. But right then, a razor-sharp aura stabbed down from directly above his head.

The Corpse Demon Sect disciple gave a cold snort. He had clearly witnessed the black sword wielder slay the Giant Strength Sect disciple in one blow. How could that man reach above his head so swiftly? He was certain this aura was an illusion, designed solely to trap him inside the black smoke's reach.

With that thought, he steeled his resolve. He swung the scimitar in his grip, intending to parry the aura before bursting out of the black smoke's zone. If he could just exit the black smoke's area, he could dodge death. Yet at that moment, a tremendous force crashed into his scimitar. The blade failed to resist it, and due to his skyward charge, the power thrust straight toward his face. This Corpse Demon Sect expert was utterly horrified by the abrupt twist …