Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8629: 606-back to _1

While the Corpse Demon Sect's army advanced on the Giant Demon Sect, the Yin Yang Sect launched their own assault. The Yin Yang Scholar readied his troops for deployment. But their objective wasn't the Giant Demon Sect—instead, it targeted the Yin Ghost Sect. They had schemed against the Yin Ghost Sect earlier, creating an irreconcilable grudge. This time around, the Yin Ghost Sect boldly declared war openly. Holding back would make everyone assume they feared the Yin Ghost Sect. Hence, the Yin Yang Scholar chose to strike preemptively against the Yin Ghost Sect.

In Lin Dong's study at the Yin Ghost Sect, Lin Dong sat with the Second Elder and Third Elder, their faces darkened. Declaring war on the Yin Yang Sect was their choice, yet it followed Zhao Hai's directive. Deep down, they hadn't wished to clash with the Yin Yang Sect right now, fully aware their power fell just short. They intended to recover strength first before confronting the Yin Yang Sect.

Defying Zhao Hai's command was out of the question. Thus, they reluctantly issued the war declaration. Now the Yin Yang Sect's army rushed toward them, sparking massive headaches. They could battle, but massive casualties loomed inevitable.

Suddenly, a flash illuminated the room as several figures materialized. Lin Dong and his companions squinted sharply upon spotting them, instantly recognizing Zhao Hai leading the group, trailed by Yama Ling, Jing Changtian, and various elders. These figures were supposed to be deceased—utterly gone.

Shocked as they were, Lin Dong and the rest moved quickly, rising to bow deeply. “Greetings, my Lord!” The other two elders offered salutes to Zhao Hai as well. They skipped bows to Yama Ling, seeing them merely as ghosts now—no obligation required.

Zhao Hai gave a nod before striding to Lin Dong's chair and claiming it. Lin Dong and the pair shifted to face him, standing respectfully with hands at sides. Fixing his gaze on Lin Dong, Zhao Hai spoke gravely, “I know the Yin Yang Sect's army mobilization shakes you deeply. The Yin Ghost Sect's might can't rival theirs. Engaging them spells heavy casualties. With the Yin Ghost Sect now under my control, I won't tolerate excessive losses. That's why I've come. King Yama commands these six to remain here. Their power matches their living peak. Beyond them, 1000 Island Master-level experts and 20000 elite disciples stand ready, all led by Yama Ling and the rest. Consult Yama Ling and others on all matters. Do you grasp my intent?”

Lin Dong and companions caught on instantly to Zhao Hai's words. Lin Dong responded at once, “Yes, master, we understand.” Truthfully, mild irritation stirred at Yama sending them back to co-lead the fight, yet delight outweighed it. They recognized that restored strength brought elite powerhouses to their ranks. Crushing the Yin Yang Sect posed no challenge. Adding 1000 Island Lord-level experts and 20000 elite disciples skyrocketed their forces.

Zhao Hai nodded once more, scanning Lin Dong and the others intently before intoning deeply, “Heed my words well. Your fates lie in my hands. No matter my true nature, you remain my servants. Contemplate the price before any thought of betrayal.” With that, Zhao Hai vanished from the chair, abandoning Lin Dong and his group there.

Perplexed, Lin Dong and the others pondered Zhao Hai's stark warning. In reality, he issued it as a caution. Post-battle, the spotlight would intensify on them. Greater scrutiny awaited ahead. Their Blood Slaughter Sect affiliation might surface unpredictably. Should it, their response upon learning the truth remained uncertain.

Once Zhao Hai had departed, Lin Dong shifted his gaze toward Yama Ling and his companions standing nearby. Yama Ling gazed at Lin Dong with a grin. "Lin Dong, I never imagined we'd reunite this quickly, even battling together against the Yin Yang Sect. Hahaha, if you'd backed me up like this while we were still alive and fought by my side, wouldn't the Yin Ghost Sect be way stronger now?"

Gazing at Yama Ling's hearty laughter, Lin Dong felt at a loss for words. He recalled Yama Ling's death happening right before his eyes. He'd gripped the heads of Jing Changtian and the others, inspecting them closely, but now? They all stood there chatting with him. This sensation felt incredibly bizarre, something he could barely wrap his head around.

After some time, Yama Ling finally calmed down. He eyed Lin Dong and the rest with a faint smile. "Don't stare at me that way, and don't see me as just some regular ghost. We're a brand-new race now. Young Master was spot on—he aided us, granting immortality in a different form. You might even grow jealous of us later. Enough of that, though. Even though we're under Young Master now, the Yin Ghost Sect serves him too. Those Yin Yang Sect folks hold grudges against us, so naturally, we won't spare them. Let's plan how to handle them."

With those words, Yama Ling took a seat alongside Jing Changtian and the others. Lin Dong noticed Yama Ling settling casually on the lower side, which put his mind at ease. He'd feared this ghost-like figure might claim the main seat, causing him great discomfort.

Lin Dong also took his seat. He looked over at Yama Ling and spoke gravely, "I wonder if Young Master has given any orders for this fight?" Lin Dong understood perfectly that Yama Ling and his group were closer to Zhao Hai than he was, and Zhao Hai had instructed him to consult Yama Ling on everything, so he wouldn't act alone.

Yama Ling nodded. "Yes, Young Master's plan is straightforward: hold off the Yin Yang Sect forces, eliminate as many of them as possible, and watch your own losses. Plus, Young Master and his team aren't abandoning us—they'll strike too. Link up with them at the right moment."

Hearing Yama Ling's explanation eased Lin Dong's worries. He'd dreaded Zhao Hai ordering a head-on clash with the Yin Yang Sect, which would cost them dearly. Just stalling them posed no issue, and he felt confident about it.

Still, Lin Dong turned to Yama Ling and asked deeply, "Yama Ling, could you detail the power level of those thousand Island Master-level experts Lord sent this time? And how elite are the twenty thousand elite disciples?"

Yama Ling showed no annoyance at the direct address. He smiled. "The prowess of a thousand Island Master-level experts? Every one surpasses the fifth level of the Consolidating Equipment Realm, with some hitting the ninth. They're incredibly formidable. To explain, against our Yin Ghost Sect's Island Lords, only a handful of the strongest could match them— the rest wouldn't stand a chance. They're genuine elites, rivaling our Yin Ghost Sect's Dark Spirit Squad in strength."

The Dark Spirit Squad Yama Ling mentioned mirrored the Blood Slaughter Sect's Bloodblade Hall in the Yin Ghost Sect—a hub of top elites with unmatched battle prowess. Yama Ling once commanded it, and Lin Dong knew its might well. Thus, he grasped just how formidable the Bloody Massacre Sect's reinforcements were.

Lin Dong drew in a sharp, cold breath upon Yama Ling's words. He didn't suspect any deceit, as it served no purpose. Truth would reveal itself in combat soon enough, making lies pointless now. Yama Ling had no motive to mislead him here.

Yama Ling gazed at Lin Dong with a smile. “Sect Master Lin, no need to fret over anything. This mission of ours isn't particularly vital. The young master sent us here only because he wants to slay more Yin Yang sect members; otherwise, there'd be no reason. But that's unnecessary. Our role is simply to hold back the Yin Yang sect forces. Once the young master's men crush the corpse demon sect people, they'll swing back to handle the Yin Yang sect. Thus, delaying the Yin Yang sect is all we must do.”

Lin Dong gave a nod and spoke gravely, “That's reassuring. Numerous tactics can slow the Yin Yang sect. They're marching in vast formations right now. We should split our forces into small teams to harass their main body and drag their pace. Meanwhile, establish defensive lines throughout the yin ghost sect. Prioritizing defense will make every advance a brutal struggle for them. The harassment squads can't let up, ensuring no moment of rest for the enemy. Additionally, relocate resources from nearby islands into the sect itself. Should they capture our island, they'll gain zero supplies. What are your views?”

Lin Dong was far from foolish. Once he understood Zhao Hai’s aims, he promptly proposed these plans. Truth be told, they weren't groundbreaking—standard maneuvers nearly anyone could think of. Still, these timeless strategies often proved most reliable, thanks to their simplicity in execution and scant weaknesses. So basic were they that few counters existed; enemies could only push ahead inch by inch, thereby accomplishing Lin Dong and his comrades' goals.