Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8694 8694: Breaking out of the encirclement _1

As their massive spiritual artifacts ascended into the heavens, the blood mist Dragons were rendered incapable of further assault. Witnessing this turn of events, Li Ruohai and his companions released a collective sigh of relief. Truth be told, despite their ignorance regarding the origin of the blood mist Dragons, their offensive capabilities were formidable, rivaling those of Island Lord-level cultivators. Combined with their immense size, these creatures presented a significant menace to the great spiritual artifacts.

Just as a sense of calm began to spread, the sky suddenly tore open, and a deluge of thick lightning bolts descended, striking the colossal spiritual artifacts directly. There was truly no time to react. The great spiritual artifacts, along with their occupants, were fully engaged in defending against the blood mist Dragons below. No one anticipated an aerial assault from the heavens.

The speed of the lightning strike was astonishing. In a mere blink, it impacted the massive spiritual artifacts. The protective barriers flickered and then shattered, allowing the lightning to penetrate. The interiors of the artifacts flared with blinding light, as if revealing their inner contents, before a concussive blast caused more than half of the great spiritual artifacts to detonate.

Roar~! A thunderous roar echoed, and from within one of the disintegrating ritual implements, a golden figure erupted into the sky. It bellowed towards the heavens, its cry causing everyone's hearts to pound. Li Ruohai's shock was profound, for he recognized the golden apparition as the Corpse Ancestor of their Corpse Devil Sect. The fact that the Corpse Ancestor had awakened spontaneously, without any external prompting, indicated only one possibility: it had sensed danger. This meant the recent lightning strike... had instilled even the Corpse Ancestor with a sense of peril.

As Li Ruohai pondered these unsettling thoughts, the sky erupted once more. Countless lightning bolts, as if guided by an unseen will, converged directly upon the Corpse Ancestor. Observing this, Li Ruohai's expression contorted in alarm. He was fraught with worry; if anything were to befall the Corpse Ancestor, the Corpse Devil Sect would assuredly be ruined.

Roar~! The Corpse Ancestor let out another furious roar. Its form suddenly expanded, transforming into a colossal battle corpse standing approximately one hundred meters tall. This imposing figure was encased in gleaming golden armor. Its visage bore a striking resemblance to a human, yet grotesquely revealed elongated fangs from its maw. Its ten fingers terminated in talon-like nails sharp as iron hooks. The colossal battle corpse then raised a hand, directly confronting the oncoming lightning.

Boom~! A deafening impact resounded as the lightning collided with the battle corpse's outstretched hand. The colossal entity was propelled backward for nearly a hundred miles. The lightning vanished, but the assault was far from over. Another torrent of lightning struck the battle corpse. It raised its hand toward the celestial onslaught once more. Though hurled back again, it appeared undeterred, continuing its defiant roars towards the sky.

As the third wave of lightning hurtled towards the battle estágio, it performed an astonishing action that left all observers stunned. It abruptly spun around, presenting its back to the descending bolts. Then, it thrust its hands forward, as if grasping into the very fabric of space. With immense force, it tore through the air. A rending sound accompanied the creation of a gaping chasm in the sky. Simultaneously, the lightning struck the battle corpse.

With a tremendous explosion, the battle corpse was flung away by the force of the lightning. The colossal figure vanished from view. However, the lightning's fury seemed to have depleted the energy within the immediate space. Finally, the very fabric of reality tore asunder once more. In the momentary chaos, the battle estágio's silhouette reappeared.

The battle corpse had reverted to its original size. Though seemingly unharmed, the golden luminescence of its armor had significantly faded. The spatial anomaly that had opened before Li Ruohai and his companions appeared no different from the reality they had previously inhabited. Below lay the blood sea, above, the sky. The island of the Blood Slaughter Sect remained unseen. Everything was precisely as it had been before.

Nevertheless, Li Ruohai and the others grasped the truth of their situation. They had seemingly extricated themselves from one illusory realm, only to discover they had merely transitioned into another. This new fabrication mimicked the true Blood Sea Realm with such fidelity that Li Ruohai and his company erroneously believed they had achieved true escape. The subsequent onslaught of blood mist Dragons, they now understood, were merely manifestations of the formation. As for the fleeting figures and muffled cries witnessed amidst the crimson fog, they were nothing more than phantasms, conjured by the deceptive illusory array.

The mere thought sent a shiver of dread through Li Ruohai and the others. Fear gripped them; they were unsure if their current location was the genuine Blood Sea Realm or merely another elaborate illusion. More critically, the destruction of their powerful ritual implements, along with the demise of nearly half their disciples who perished with them, constituted a devastating blow.

While Li Ruohai and his companions remained in a state of shock, the battle corpse let out a roar directed at Li Ruohai before turning and swiftly departing. Observing the battle corpse's movement, a sudden thought struck Li Ruohai. He immediately bellowed, "Everyone, quickly follow Ancestor Corpse! We've fallen into the enemy's formation and must break free immediately. Failure to do so will spell disaster for us all. Hurry!"

Upon hearing Li Ruohai's urgent command, everyone was momentarily stunned, but their comprehension dawned swiftly. They responded with alacrity, surging forward alongside Li Ruohai. The remaining ritual implements also stirred, following suit. Even those partially damaged, as long as they could still move, promptly joined the pursuit. Disciples from implements unable to fly disembarked, joining Li Ruohai and the others on foot.

Their advance was rapid. After approximately an hour, the battle corpse finally halted. It cast a glance back at the four attacking forces before returning to the corpse demon sect's main ritual implement and retreating into its coffin. It clearly believed its task was complete.

Witnessing this, Li Ruohai exhaled a long sigh of relief. He surveyed their surroundings, finding only the endless expanse of the blood sea, devoid of any other features. Yet, a lingering unease prompted him to issue another command, "Everyone, fly onward for another two hours before we rest. Make haste." With that, he led the group forward.

Suddenly, a surprised cry erupted from the disciples trailing behind. Li Ruohai turned his head and was momentarily dumbfounded. Not far behind them, a colossal head formed from blood mist materialized between the sky and the earth. The head was enormous, standing roughly three hundred meters tall, with a man-like appearance, though remarkably ordinary.

The head regarded Li Ruohai, its lips curling into a smile. "Fellow Daoists of the six major sects, are you satisfied with the welcome ceremony prepared by the Blood Slaughter Sect? Hehe, I truly never anticipated that at a time when unity against outsiders is paramount, you would choose to attack us. This is quite unexpected."

Li Ruohai stared at the apparition, grinding his teeth. "Zhao Hai, I didn't expect you to have returned to the Blood Slaughter Sect already. A wise move." Li Ruohai was acquainted with Zhao Hai, and his sudden appearance here was a surprise, leading to his remark.

Zhao Hai turned his gaze towards Li Ruohai, a smile gracing his features. "Li Ruohai, or should I address you as Old Man Corpse Demon? I've met Fellow Daoist Li Ruohai once before. He mentioned that the old man sought to possess him, but he was unwilling to yield. Thus, he bartered a battle corpse for a Yin-Yang Mirror from me. It seems now that the Yin-Yang Mirror, designed to safeguard his soul and allow it to conceal within, failed to protect him, allowing you to succeed in possession. I merely hadn't anticipated that you, old man, would be so shortsighted. But it matters not. Today, I am merely offering a lesson, as I lack the time to deal with you at present. My focus must remain on the inhabitants of the Shadow Realm. You are but a band of clowns, no longer worthy opponents."

Hearing Zhao Hai's pronouncement, Li Ruohai's expression contorted into one of extreme displeasure. He understood that Zhao Hai's words, once disseminated throughout the entire Blood Sea Realm, would deal a significant blow to the six major sects. Vassal sects, previously subservient to them, would likely cease to heed their commands from this point onward.

Zhao Hai gazed at Li Ruohai, his voice stern. "Previously, during our confrontation with the Shadow Realm, you dispatched numerous disciples but hesitated to deploy your sect-guarding magical artifacts. Now, you've brought them all forth to face our Blood Slaughter Sect. Ha, what an ironic twist. Yet, I anticipated this very move. The six great sects... you are no longer the same six great sects of old." He continued, "However, you are still the true protectors of the Blood Sea Realm, the genuine guardians of all sects. But now, you have utterly transformed. You are no longer the guardians of the Blood Sea Realm. Return and await my arrival. After I've dealt with the Shadow Realm forces, I will attend to you. Do not fret." With his declaration, Zhao Hai's profile image vanished. His words, however, sent a chill down Li Ruohai and the others' spines.

Li Ruohai drew a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. He understood they had now exited the Blood Slaughter Sect's formation's domain; otherwise, Zhao Hai's visage would not have appeared, but rather an assault from the formation itself. However, the prospect of attacking the Blood Slaughter Sect now filled them with dread. Naturally, they also lacked the strength to do so. Having already lost close to half their disciples, launching another attack on the Blood Slaughter Sect under these conditions would be tantamount to rushing towards their own demise. Li Ruohai acknowledged their defeat; their only recourse now was to retreat.

This realization brought a surge of resentment, but he ultimately gritted his teeth and commanded with a loud voice, "Retreat!"