Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8722: Magical formation (1)

&Quot; Hahaha, Zhao Hai, I must admit you're incredibly confident. Have you even considered your current predicament? Even if your power is immense, even if you hold the Bloody Massacre Sect's sect-guarding magic weapon, what then? Do you truly believe you can defeat us with your strength alone? Let me tell you, dreaming won't save you. Your demise is certain today. Perhaps you're unaware of our preparations, which fuels your misplaced confidence. Now, I shall reveal our arrangement." With a wave of his hand, Sect Master Rahu conjured a colossal formation beneath Zhao Hai, engulfing him completely. Simultaneously, numerous Dharmic artifacts materialized within the formation, arranged at its core without a doubt. 

Zhao Hai observed the formation with discernible interest, letting out a chuckle. " Intriguing, this is quite fascinating. For the longest time, I've been the one employing magical formations to subdue others. It's been an age since a formation was used against me. Surely you're aware of the Bloody Massacre Sect's profound expertise in formations? I truly wonder who emboldened you to attempt such a tactic against me." 

Sect Master Rahu fixed his gaze upon Zhao Hai, snorting coldly. " Don't get overconfident. Do you perceive this as a common formation? Let me enlighten you: this is the Dark Shadow God-Killing Great Array. Not even a deity could escape unscathed after entering this array, let alone you. Therefore, your death is inevitable." 

Observing Sect Master Rahu's expression, Zhao Hai couldn't help but adopt a peculiar look. He then remarked, " The Dark Shadow God-Killing Array you speak of must originate from the Shadow Realm, correct? Judging by its style, this formation starkly differs from those in the Blood Sea Realm. The formation talismans employed here are also entirely unlike those native to the Blood Sea Realm. So, you genuinely believe this formation can trap and eliminate me?" 

Upon hearing Zhao Hai's words, the members of the Rahu Sect exchanged glances, their expressions shifting. He commanded, " Enter the formation and secure the crucial points. We must eliminate him. Should he break the formation, our opportunity will vanish." With that, he moved, stepping into the formation. As he reached one of the formation's eyes, the others promptly followed suit. They all entered the formation, taking their positions at the designated points. Then, with synchronized movements, they activated the formation, which immediately flared to life. In the ensuing moment, Zhao Hai felt an immense pressure bearing down from every direction, as if he were being pinned in place, rendering him immobile. 

Zhao Hai remained unperturbed, his primary interest lying in discovering what further tricks these individuals possessed. Witnessing Zhao Hai's immobility, Sect Master Rahu immediately barked, " Slay him!" As his command echoed, the talismans within the formation began to spin furiously. Zhao Hai felt as though he were a bean trapped in a grinding mill, the surrounding forces relentlessly squeezing and crushing his being. The sheer magnitude of this force, coupled with his inability to move, created a palpable sensation that he could be pulverized at any moment. 

Simultaneously, Zhao Hai sensed a vast power intertwined with this oppressive force. This power seemed intent on draining his mana. However, Zhao Hai's mana reserves were exceptionally profound and stable, preventing the force from achieving its objective. 

A smile played on Zhao Hai's lips as he realized this. He then stated in a deep voice, " Is this your grand strategy? You believe victory is assured simply because I cannot move? Did I not inform you? I have forged a magic tool, and now is the opportune moment to deploy it." With his focus intensified, the rune Zhao Hai had previously placed within the Blood Sea stirred. It then transformed into countless smaller runes, which coalesced into a colossal net that ascended into the air. 

Yet, as the rune-net rose, the surrounding blood mist followed suit. The blood mist ascended alongside the runes, forming a net of mist that expanded to just slightly exceed the boundaries of the magic formation currently trapping Zhao Hai. Gradually, the entire magic formation became enveloped by this crimson haze. 

Witnessing this development, Sect Master Rahu and his cohorts were momentarily stunned, their expressions then contorting in alarm. They instantly recalled Zhao Hai's earlier words regarding the magic tool he had refined specifically to combat the Shadow Realm's gray fog. Observing Zhao Hai's current actions, they swiftly deduced his intent: Zhao Hai planned to counter fog with fog, using the blood mist to neutralize the gray fog. If their assessment was correct, he might very well succeed. 

Nonetheless, their curiosity about Zhao Hai’s blood mist remained strong. They were currently within a magical formation, a formation imbued with more than just its stated capabilities. Upon activation, countless massive energy weapons materialized, continuously lashing out in an attempt to disperse the encroaching blood mist.

The Rahu Sect Master and his companions possessed some knowledge regarding the gray fog magical weapon. While its offensive power was respectable, the gray fog itself could be scattered. However, any scattered gray fog would slip beyond their control. They harbored a desire to employ this same tactic, dispersing the blood fog to eliminate their fear of it.

Yet, their assessment of Zhao Hai’s refined blood mist proved to be an underestimation. Zhao Hai's method of controlling the blood mist differed significantly from the gray mist originating from the Shadow Realm. The Shadow Realm’s gray mist emanated from an altar, and Zhao Hai had controlled it from the outset. However, this gray mist tended to dissipate; it was akin to grasping sand. While one could control it in hand, it would scatter and evade control once thrown as an attack.

Zhao Hai’s approach, however, was distinct. He had meticulously refined runes, weaving them into a vast net designed to draw and utilize the surrounding blood mist. This net functioned as Zhao Hai's primary weapon against his adversaries, with every segment of the net under his precise command, rendering it impervious to their attempts at disruption. Because the net existed in the air, direct physical force was ineffective. Striking the net would merely cause it to shift its form, rather than break.

Zhao Hai found himself in this advantageous situation. Despite the formidable power of the energy weapons wielded by the Rahu Sect Master’s forces, they proved utterly futile against the blood mist. Even if individual connections within the net were severed, they would swiftly re-establish themselves. Consequently, while their assaults induced turbulence within the blood mist, they yielded no substantive results, and the mist remained undissipated.

At this juncture, a fist, the color of blood, materialized silently beside an unsuspecting expert from the Shadow Realm, striking with immediate force. This expert, by no means a pushover, promptly retaliated with a magic array. A colossal sword sprang into existence, cleaving towards the approaching fist.

With a sound like tearing silk, the fist was bisected. However, it did not vanish; it persisted in its trajectory. Being composed merely of red mist rather than solid matter, the sword's attack inflicted no true damage.

The man from the Shadow Realm recoiled in shock. It was impossible for him to directly control his magical weapon for a counterattack. He resorted to a swift punch, imbued with immense power, impacting the blood mist fist. A dull thud echoed as the bloody fist dispersed. Yet, no triumph accompanied this action, as a jarring backlash from the mist left his arm numb. This immediate consequence served as a stark warning, revealing the formidable nature of the blood mist fist.

Just then, an inexplicable tightening sensation ensnared his feet. Glancing downward, he discovered two tendrils of red mist, serpentine in their movement, coiling around his ankles. They constricted with alarming tenacity. His feet thrashed violently, attempting to break free from the blood mist ropes. To his surprise, the ropes proved incredibly resilient, resisting all his efforts to snap them. This unexpected durability unnerved him slightly. Abruptly, his body dissolved into a swirling mass of black mist, a common defensive maneuver among the inhabitants of the Shadow Realm, designed to evade such restraints.

However, the moment his form transitioned into mist, the crimson ropes mirrored his transformation, becoming mist as well. As he solidified back into his physical body, the red ropes re-coalesced, their grip now even tighter than before, astonishing the Shadow Realm expert.

While grappling with this perplexing development, he felt a sudden, powerful suction emanating from the ropes. Energy began to drain rapidly from his body, a terrifying realization. Simultaneously, another immense fist, forged of blood mist, slammed into him once more.

The Shadow Realm master cried out in alarm. With a sweeping gesture, a long blade materialized in his grasp. Beneath him, a fearsome war beast, resembling a colossal goshawk, took shape. The blade itself was peculiar: its hilt extended an impressive three meters, while the blade, a mere three feet in length, was adorned with several menacing hooks near its base, amplifying its savage appearance.

Wielding a blade, the Shadow Realm expert's formidable aura surged uncontrollably. With a mighty shout, he swept his weapon, unleashing a colossal beam of black blade light that directly assaulted the oncoming fist. The fist detonated with a resounding boom, and the blade light was extinguished in the process.

Yet, in that instant, another fist, drenched in blood, struck the array's core where he stood. With a deafening crack, the array node he occupied was shattered by this impact, catching him completely off guard. Suddenly, an onslaught of attacks materialized all around him. Each assault manifested as a blood-red fist, comparable in size to an ordinary person's, raining down from every conceivable direction. The Shadow Realm master found himself desperately parrying on one front while unable to defend the others. Distracted and overwhelmed, he lost count of how many punches landed upon him. These blows were exceptionally potent, inflicting immense suffering upon the master of the Shadow Realm.