Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8692 8692: Heaven's might (1)

Li ruohai's exclamation caused widespread shock. Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed, and chaos erupted amongst everyone. In that instant, they sensed a profound shift in their surroundings. They found themselves transported into a dense forest. The sky above was a pristine blue, and the crimson mist that had enveloped them moments before vanished without a trace, as if they had been whisked away to an entirely different realm. This abrupt transition stunned everyone, plunging them deeper into bewilderment. Though they understood the reality of the situation, they knew everything was an elaborate deception.

Li ruohai, too, registered the alteration in his environment, his expression growing significantly more grim. He recognized they had been ensnared by a meticulously crafted trap, laid long ago by their adversaries without their prior knowledge. This realization painted an unsettling picture on everyone's faces.

Casting his gaze around, Li ruohai discerned the immense scale of this illusory mirror. The vastness of the area was beyond comprehension, stretching as far as the eye could see. Towering trees formed an impenetrable barrier on all sides, and the occasional flight of birds overhead hinted at the natural tranquility of the place.

At this juncture, a sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing, startling Li ruohai. He surveyed his surroundings, only to notice the sky gradually succumbing to darkness. Looking upward, he observed the heavens rapidly filling with ominous, dark clouds, pregnant with the promise of rain. This unexpected turn of events left Li ruohai even more perplexed. He genuinely couldn't fathom the enemy's strategy: did they believe rain could be their undoing?

While Li ruohai pondered this, more clouds congregated, coalescing into a thick, oppressive canopy overhead. A sudden flash of lightning split the sky, swiftly followed by a resonant peal of thunder, and then a torrential downpour commenced.

Observing the deluge, Li ruohai couldn't help but offer a wry smile. In his assessment, while the rain posed no direct physical threat, it undoubtedly introduced a significant inconvenience. It was common knowledge among cultivators that heavy rain deterred aerial travel, as it increased the risk of becoming a lightning strike's target.

However, Li ruohai's sense of unease soon intensified. As the esteemed Sect Master of the Corpse Demon Sect and the Grand Alliance Master of the six major sects, he instinctively erected a protective barrier to ward off the rain. Yet, he rapidly discerned something amiss. The rain's intensity surpassed anything he had previously experienced, and more alarmingly, it possessed a potent corrosive quality. His defensive shield was being depleted at an astonishing rate. Though his formidable cultivation ensured this erosion was negligible to him personally, the sheer speed of the consumption was unnerving.

A flicker of alarm crossed Li ruohai's features. He glanced down, noticing that the disciples below had similarly deployed their protective barriers. Their expressions mirrored his growing concern, as their shields were also rapidly deteriorating. A desperate surge of magical power was being funneled into maintaining their integrity.

Certain disciples resorted to deploying defensive magical artifacts to shield themselves from the downpour. However, the moment these artifacts were activated, they were immediately confronted by the rain's extreme corrosiveness. Barely deployed, the artifacts began to succumb to the erosive onslaught, rendering them useless in short order.

This dire predicament sent a wave of panic through the disciples. They understood they had stumbled into a perilous situation. Without conjuring their artifact spirits to deflect the rain, their magical power would be rapidly drained by their depleted shields, leaving them vulnerable to certain doom. Conversely, employing their magical artifacts meant they would be quickly corroded into oblivion, a fate they deemed even more terrifying.

They were now confronted with an agonizing choice: expend their precious magical artifacts to conserve their magical power, or dedicate their magical power to defending themselves and preserving their artifacts? Regardless of the path chosen, the outcome appeared bleak. Yet, the decision, however unfavorable, had to be made.

The immense value of a magical artifact to a cultivator was self-evident. Without such a tool, a cultivator was akin to a formidable tiger robbed of its fangs, their combat prowess reduced by over half. While spells and other cultivation techniques remained at their disposal, the absence of a magical artifact would severely cripple their offensive capabilities.

Nonetheless, nearly all cultivators opted to sacrifice their magic tools simultaneously, a move designed to buy precious time. They prioritized preserving their Dharma power, believing its retention offered a fighting chance, whereas depleted Dharma power meant inevitable death.

At the very moment disciples from various sects below were pouring their mana to withstand the downpour, Li Ruohai's eyes narrowed. He then unleashed a punch directly towards the heavens. A colossal fist-shaped Qi force erupted from his hand, striking the menacing dark clouds.

The ominous clouds churned violently for a fleeting instant before settling back into their ominous calm. However, the torrential rain faltered momentarily. While an ordinary cultivator might not have noticed, Li Ruohai did. His eyes gleamed, and he immediately commanded, "Listen up, everyone! Island Lord level experts from each sect, strike the black clouds now! You must dissipate them in the shortest possible time. Hurry!"

Heeding Li Ruohai's urgent cry, the sect members snapped to attention. A multitude of Island Lord level experts surged upwards, unleashing a barrage of diverse attacks that slammed into the black cloud. The cloud continued to ripple and distort, and concurrently, the ferocity of the storm began to ebb. Their relentless assault persisted for a full hour, and finally, the oppressive black cloud dispersed. The storm ceased, and normalcy gradually returned.

Witnessing this turn of events, a collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd. But just then, a sudden gust of wind swept in, and everyone felt the ambient temperature plummet by several degrees. The sky grew overcast, and though not as dark as the previous black clouds, the gloom was palpable, instilling a sense of unease.

As the wind intensified, the cold grew more biting. Eventually, snowflakes began to drift from the sky. Exchanging bewildered glances, nobody seemed to know what to do. It was then that a piercing scream echoed. All eyes turned downwards to find a disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect clutching his leg, writhing on the ground in agony. His leg had detached.

Stunned silence fell. Then, realization dawned: where he had been standing, a puddle of water had formed. This water had rapidly frozen over, encasing his severed foot in ice. They had evidently been standing in the water during the rain, and since the water itself wasn't corrosive, they had paid it no mind. However, as the temperature plummeted, the water turned to ice. The disciple's movement had revealed the grim reality that his foot was frozen solid and had broken off, prompting his bloodcurdling scream.

Observing the man's dire state, those nearby descended into chaos. They scrambled to move, leaving a trail of severed feet on the ground. Like the unfortunate disciple, they too clutched their legs, screaming. Before long, the first disciple who had lost his foot ceased his movements. His body slowly stiffened, and a layer of white frost crept over him, even encasing his face. He had been frozen to death.

Upon witnessing this horrifying development, Li Ruohai's expression contorted. He bellowed, "Everyone, use fire-elemental spell techniques! Quickly, melt the ice first, and then ascend immediately!" Li Ruohai's extensive combat experience allowed him to quickly devise a countermeasure, which he promptly announced.

Responding to his command, the disciples unleashed their fire-elemental spells. This was a relatively simple task for them, yet the overwhelming cold persisted. It took a considerable amount of time to thaw the ice. However, once it melted, they discovered that some individuals' feet had been rendered unusable due to frostbite.

Despite the grim circumstances, they couldn't afford to linger. They ascended immediately, keenly aware that the temperature at ground level was far more dangerous, especially where water lingered. Contact with it would lead to rapid freezing. Therefore, even some with severely injured legs forced themselves to fly.

As everyone took to the skies, the surrounding wind escalated dramatically, blinding them. This powerful gale significantly hampered their flight, demanding immense spirit Qi and increasing the risk of becoming disoriented. The sheer force of the wind tossed the disciples about, making it exceedingly difficult to maintain any semblance of stability, let alone perform actions.

Li Ruohai had also taken notice of their dire situation. He understood that continuing down this path would lead to their complete annihilation, prompting an immediate cry, "Sect Master Rahu, let us combine our might! We must shatter this formation, lest none of us see another dawn!"

Sect Master Rahu registered Li Ruohai's urgent plea. He gave a solemn nod. Though prideful and unwilling to yield to Li Ruohai, the present crisis demanded their cooperation. Without it, all of them faced peril. If Li Ruohai were to perish here, so be it. Even if he himself escaped, what then? With their accompanying disciples wiped out, their efforts would be in vain, their ambition to overthrow the Blood Slaughter Sect extinguished. Thus, they were compelled to unite, to break through the formation, and carve an escape route, ensuring the survival of their disciples. This was the only means to preserve their forces and retain the strength needed to counter the Blood Slaughter Sect. Failure meant certain doom, to be absorbed by the Blood Slaughter Sect without resistance. He was not a man to be underestimated.