Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8683 8683: Fog (1)

It was quite evident, however, that Zhao Hai's strategies had been underestimated. His blade attack appeared to vanish, but in reality, the killing intent had been seamlessly woven into the saber array, significantly amplifying its deadly aura.

The shadow generals found themselves in a dire situation, desperately fending off the onslaught of sabers raining down from every direction. The potent destructive force of each saber strike was not to be trifled with, compelling them to remain vigilant. They could clearly perceive the grave danger these sabers posed, even in their mist-like forms.

Just then, more wisps of gray fog surged forward, engulfing the saber array. The Shadow Realm's forces, previously held at bay, were completely enveloped. Gradually, the sinister fog ascended to cloak the saber array itself. Zhao Hai sensed an escalating pressure on the array; the bronze figures wielding their sabers began to move with agonizing slowness. Faced with the relentless assault from the Shadow Realm's warriors, the saber array's endurance was clearly waning.

Upon witnessing this development, Zhao Hai immediately grasped the enemy's intention to utilize the gray fog as a weapon. He conceded that the gray fog's magical artifact was indeed formidable, marveling at the enemy's ability to command such vast quantities of fog and its potent offensive capabilities. A profound curiosity stirred within him, yearning to unravel the true nature of this gray fog and the secrets behind its creation.

With resounding cracks, the impenetrable saber array shattered and dissolved. Zhao Hai remained unperturbed by this turn of events. He merely raised his Blood Killing Saber, which instantly reverted to its complete form. Despite its brief existence, the seamless saber array had annihilated tens of thousands of Shadow Realm combatants, a testament to its astonishing destructive power.

Zhao Hai regarded the approaching shadow general with a cold, mocking laugh. He then unleashed a devastating saber strike, his voice ringing out, "Blood flows like a river!" In response, a colossal river of blood cascauted from the heavens, hurtling towards the assembled shadow generals. They hastily raised their weapons, and in the ensuing moment, a gigantic flood dragon materialized behind them, lunging to intercept the torrent of blood.

A tremendous impact echoed as the flood dragon was sent reeling backward. The crimson tide, momentarily halted, surged forward once more. The shadow generals' faces contorted in shock, and they each spat forth a mouthful of black ichor, their vital essence. It was evident that their combined assault had faltered against Zhao Hai's attack, leaving them grievously wounded.

Zhao Hai paid them no heed, instead offering a disdainful snort before vanishing from sight. Meanwhile, the Bloody Massacre Sect's army and the Shadow Realm's forces were locked in fierce combat. The Island Lord-level powerhouses of the Bloody Massacre Sect were actively engaging the shadow generals mounted on colossal pythons.

Prior to their offensive against the Shadow Realm, Zhao Hai and his contingent had meticulously trained their forces. They had developed effective counter-strategies against the Shadow Realm's warriors and gained a deep understanding of their combat methodologies. Consequently, they harbored no fear of their adversaries, engaging them with unwavering resolve and apparent fearlessness.

Beyond the grand clash of armies, the encroaching vines and the pervasive gray fog were engaged in their own silent battle. The vines possessed formidable offensive power, yet the gray fog proved an equally tenacious adversary. Their conflict resulted in a tense equilibrium. However, at this juncture, the Beiwei King's palace had already been swallowed by the encroaching fog, vanishing from view entirely.

Zhao Hai found himself confronting several shadow generals astride gigantic flood dragons. Despite their prowess as seasoned warriors, even their combined might proved insufficient against Zhao Hai's might. This disparity fueled their embarrassment, prompting them to roar and launch a furious assault upon Zhao Hai with every ounce of their strength.

Yet, their efforts were futile, as they couldn't even lay eyes on Zhao Hai. His form had completely merged with the sanguineous river. To attack Zhao Hai directly, they would need to plunge into the Blood River, effectively entering his domain. Such a move would be tantamount to suicidal, thus they directed their attacks against the river itself, never daring to breach its crimson depths.

From the heart of the Blood River, Zhao Hai observed their futile struggles, patiently awaiting the opportune moment. He recognized the formidable strength of these shadow generals and their adeptness at coordinated assaults. Their combined attacks possessed a might that even Zhao Hai hesitated to confront head-on. Therefore, he resolved to employ his current tactic, meticulously seeking out any vulnerabilities in their defenses.

Suddenly, the alien King lunged forward, its tail striking a flood Dragon, which let out a painful hiss, clearly wounded. Simultaneously, the flood Dragon's form flickered and became illusory, but to no avail, as the alien King's tail mirrored the transformation. When the flood Dragon's body solidified again, it was already dead, and the shadow general it carried had perished as well.

Zhao Hai watched, stunned, then a spark ignited in his eyes. He suddenly remembered how the shadow generals and their mounts shared a life force, much like the shadow general who had attacked the Bloody Massacre Sect. If the general died, so did their mount. Could this mean their mounts were a viable target, perhaps even a better one given their larger size?

However, Zhao Hai soon dismissed this thought. He reasoned that the shadow generals' mounts possessed significantly tougher defenses. While an attack might land on the mount, its formidable defense would likely shrug off most assaults, rendering such efforts futile against these formidable foes.

It became clear that directly striking the shadow generals was the most effective strategy. Zhao Hai observed that the alien possessed a distinct advantage against these denizens of the Shadow Realm. Even he, Zhao Hai, couldn't guarantee a one-hit kill against them, yet the alien King had achieved it effortlessly.

With this realization, Zhao Hai acted decisively, ordering the alien King to target another shadow general. The strategy proved successful, and a second general was eliminated. This bold move, however, drew the attention of the remaining shadow generals, who began to retreat with grim expressions. They had not anticipated facing an opponent with abilities similar to their own, capable of transforming into mist and proving so deadly to them.

Noticing their withdrawal, Zhao Hai advanced his Blood River once more. The shadow generals exchanged glances, then with a unified roar, summoned titanic 'Dragons' to charge into the Blood River. This time, however, the outcome was identical. The colossal 'Dragons' were repelled, and the Blood River was only momentarily halted.

Witnessing this dire situation, the shadow generals' faces contorted in alarm. They rapidly retreated, vanishing into the obscuring gray fog within moments. As they withdrew, the other inhabitants of the Shadow Realm followed suit, disappearing into the mist. The disciples of the Bloody Massacre Sect, their eyes burning with the fervor of battle, pressed forward into the gray fog without hesitation.

Zhao Hai gasped in surprise, his expression shifting. Observing the Bloody Massacre Sect disciples on the verge of entering the gray fog, he urgently commanded, "Everyone, fall back to the Spiritual Array Island! Array Elder, quickly retrieve all those who have charged into the gray fog! Hurry!" His voice boomed, filled with undeniable urgency. Every member of the Bloody Massacre Sect heard him, pausing in their advance before complying and retreating to the Spiritual Array Island. The Array Elder immediately extended his vine-like tendrils into the gray fog, swiftly retracting them while ensnaring individuals. Many disciples who had just entered the mist were pulled back, though some had vanished entirely, and a few were casualties even as they were being extracted.

Zhao Hai's face darkened. He shot a cold glance at the gray fog and uttered a dismissive snort. Returning to the Spiritual Array Island, he declared, "Formation Elder, erect a barrier against their gray mist, preventing it from encroaching upon us. If necessary, we will retreat. The rest of you, form ranks and assess our losses!"

Following Zhao Hai's command, the island's inhabitants sprang into action, organizing themselves. Simultaneously, Elder Formation manipulated his vines to ward off the encroaching gray fog, ensuring no one was trapped. A tense stalemate ensued, yet Zhao Hai's brow remained furrowed with concern, as he still lacked a viable countermeasure against the insidious gray fog.

He had attempted to introduce a wisp of the gray mist into his Origin Space, but it offered no clues beyond a cryptic message: the mist contained the power of death. This left Zhao Hai thoroughly perplexed. If it was merely mist imbued with deathly power, how was it refined by the enemy, and more importantly, how could it be defeated?

Generally, elements like mist posed a challenge for refinement. Despite being a form of energy, their inherent weakness precluded refinement through conventional means. Yet, without these standard approaches, no alternative methods existed for handling mist, as it lacked a tangible form.

Within the blood sea realm, certain cultivators did employ mist offensively. Their approach involved locating mist with inherent destructive properties, such as toxic fog. This fog would then be compressed and stored within specialized celestial devices designed for containment. Upon deployment, these devices would release the fog, though the users could merely unleash it without any capacity for control.

However, the Beiwei King from the Shadow Realm exhibited distinct capabilities. He possessed the ability to command the mist, manipulating it into various forms – transforming into weaponry or even spectral hands. Furthermore, its offensive might was considerable. Zhao Hai had never encountered such a unique magic weapon before, a fact that vexed him deeply, leaving him unable to devise a countermeasure.