Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8734: Joining hands _1

Zhao Hai and his companions positioned themselves near the swirling fog. Every disciple of the Bloody Massacre Sect could sense the phenomenon; the crimson mist around them spun, yet it left them entirely unharmed. Standing firm, they observed the rotating blood fog yet their sight remained unaffected, allowing them to perceive the gray mist. This peculiar contradiction left them bewildered, unable to grasp the situation.

Initially, they couldn't comprehend the reason behind the red mist's rapid gyration. However, understanding dawned as the crimson mist accelerated. They noticed that the gray mist, too, was being influenced, beginning to drift away slowly.

Concurrently, the surrounding blood mist started to press inward, concentrating its force on the gray mist. As the blood mist compressed the gray mist, it didn't compress but rather dissipate. Witnessing this, the disciples instantly grasped the unfolding events. The gray mist was like grains in a millstone, being ground away piece by piece by the rotating blood mist, diminishing until it vanished entirely.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Bloody Massacre Sect erupted in cheers, their anxieties completely allayed. Previously, they harbored doubts about the blood mist's efficacy against the gray mist. Now, all worry evaporated. In their estimation, the blood mist possessed the power to annihilate the gray mist, a development they deemed unequivocally beneficial.

At this juncture, the Lord of Beiwei also comprehended the situation. His countenance soured, and with a cold snort, a thought materialized a colossal sword within the gray fog. This immense blade was thrust skyward, aimed directly at the blood mist above. The Lord of Beiwei understood the critical necessity of piercing the blood mist; failure meant the inevitable erosion of his gray mist, spelling his ultimate downfall.

He recognized that if he couldn't breach the blood mist, his gray mist would eventually be consumed, leading to his inevitable ruin. Thus, his desperate gambit to break through was born from this dire realization.

Yet, just as his fog-wrought sword neared its target in the sky, a tear suddenly appeared. His sword plunged into this opening, but the anomaly spun like a vortex, dragging the sword into its spin. Ultimately, the sword transformed into a column of gray fog, directly absorbed by the void.

The Lord of Beiwei's expression contorted in alarm. He swiftly altered his strategy, unleashing countless weapons forged from gray fog from his domain. These spectral armaments surged towards the Bloody Massacre Sect's defensive line, their primary target still the blood mist. He now knew, with certainty, that breaking through was paramount; otherwise, defeat was inevitable.

However, as these weapons approached the crimson barrier, sharp, crystalline, blood-red thorns suddenly sprouted from within the blood mist. These thorns continuously spun, and any fog weapon that made contact was violently twisted and disintegrated. The mangled weapons vanished instantly, and the surrounding fog visibly diminished.

Faced with this dire turn of events, the Lord of Beiwei felt a surge of panic. He acutely understood that while his gray fog assaults were potent, they lacked the overwhelming force needed. Continued attrition would yield no advantage, explaining his grim expression.

Meanwhile, the King of Southern Wei observed silently. Despite his lack of direct involvement or understanding of the specific events, he sensed a significant development due to the King of Northern Wei's palpable distress. Yet, he refrained from inquiry, remembering the King of Northern Wei's directive to remain uninvolved. He trusted that if the situation became truly dire, his counterpart would indeed seek his assistance.

The King of Northern Wei found himself in a true predicament. The pride of asking for aid from the King of Southern Wei was a bitter pill to swallow, as it signified his inferiority and lack of options. This was particularly difficult for someone so concerned with his reputation. However, in this escalating crisis, inaction guaranteed their eventual defeat. Though his gray fog occupied a considerable area, he feared it wouldn't hold against a simultaneous assault. A swift decision was imperative.

After a period of hesitation, the Lord of Beiwei finally spoke, stating, "Old man Nan, this situation is not normal. It appears we must combine our strengths this time, or we risk falling into danger." The King of Beiwei's words conveyed a sense of necessity rather than a plea for help, clearly indicating his lingering pride.

The King of Southern Wei, knowing the King of Northern Wei intimately, was taken aback by his statement. He turned to face his counterpart, his voice grave as he inquired, "Is it that serious? Tell me, what is happening?" The King of Southern Wei understood that the King of Northern Wei would only suggest joining forces if the situation presented extreme peril.

The King of Beiwei cast a look at the King of Southern Wei and declared emphatically, "I'm unsure how, but the inhabitants of the Blood Sea Realm have unleashed their entire blood mist. This mist seems to be actively countering my own gray mist, even assaulting it. My attempts to break through this blood mist attack with my gray mist alone have failed twice. We absolutely need to cooperate."

Upon hearing this, the King of Southern Wei immediately grasped the gravity of the situation, his face registering surprise. The potency of the King of Northern Wei's gray fog was well-known, and its expanded presence suggested even greater power. Yet, the capacity of the enemy to manipulate the blood mist of the Blood Sea Realm to attack them indicated a strength surpassing that of the gray fog, a truly astonishing revelation.

Considering this, King Nanwei promptly suggested, "Can we venture out to observe the situation firsthand? Let's assess what's truly occurring." King Nanwei desired to see things for himself before committing, as he had only heard the King of Northern Wei's account.

"There's no need to leave," the Lord of Beiwei stated resolutely. With a gesture, the jade plate in his hand began to rotate as he cast several incantations. Subsequently, a Mirage Beast opened its maw and spewed a cloud of mist upon King Nanwei. He felt his body lighten, his eyes clearing as the surrounding gray mist appeared faint and transparent. He could still perceive the mist's movements, but it no longer obscured his vision.

Unwavering in his focus, King Nanwei immediately began to observe their surroundings. Before long, he discerned the blood mist the King of Beiwei had spoken of. He also noted that they were now completely encircled by this crimson haze, which was relentlessly swirling and constricting the area occupied by the gray mist.

Witnessing this grim development, King Nanwei realized their ability to resist would soon be exhausted. While the expanse of gray fog was considerable, it was diminishing rapidly under the incessant pressure, particularly from above and below, where the contraction was most severe.

King Southern Wei turned to King Northern Wei, his voice filled with urgency, "Tell me, what must we do?" He lacked familiarity with this type of mist-based magical artifact and sought guidance from King Northern Wei, who had extensive experience with such tools and was presumed to be knowledgeable.

The Lord of Beiwei explained, "The blood mist is currently in constant rotation. We must disrupt this spin to halt its advance. Once stopped, we can formulate our next move. Otherwise, we will inevitably be crushed into nothingness by the blood mist."

King Southern Wei nodded, surveying their predicament. "We are currently positioned at the periphery of this fog world. To impede the blood mist's advance, we must launch attacks from two vectors: one directly towards the cultivators of the Bloody Massacre Sect, and another from above. My assessment favors attacking in the direction of the Bloody Massacre Sect cultivators. Firstly, it is the closest to us. Secondly, it offers the highest probability of success in disrupting their assault. I believe the Bloody Massacre Sect members are still positioned there, awaiting our engagement. What are your thoughts?"

The Beiwei King gave a nod. "Alright, we'll advance in that direction. Unleash your frost world; I'm confident their blood mist won't withstand it. Our primary objective is to halt the rotation of their blood mist." Lord Beiwei was intimately familiar with Lord Nanwei's tactics. The celestial device he employed was known as the Mist World, whereas Lord Nanwei utilized the Frost World. Though the Frost World wasn't as expansive as the Mist World, nor as versatile in its manifestations, it possessed the unique ability to restrain the Mist World to a certain degree, drastically slowing its advance, or even bringing it to a complete standstill. It was precisely this capability that prompted Lord Beiwei to request Lord Nanwei's assistance; he desired Lord Nanwei to... Once the blood mist was immobilized, they would be positioned to confront the enemy.

Lord Nanwei grasped Lord Beiwei's intent perfectly. He too was aware of the characteristics inherent to his Frost World. While significantly smaller than Lord Beiwei's Mist World, his Frost World was considerably more condensed and potent. It had the capacity to impede the movement of the Mist World, potentially even halting it entirely. Naturally, this applied to typical Mist Worlds. He had never encountered a Mist World of such immense scale. It appeared he would need to exert his full power this time, lest they find themselves in grave peril.

With this realization dawning, the King of Southern Wei inclined his head towards the King of Northern Wei and stated, his voice deep and resonant, "Take me to the periphery of the Mist World. I shall deploy the Frost World independently. Failure to do so might interfere with your Mist World." The King of Southern Wei had no alternative but to proceed in this manner. Despite his camaraderie with the King of Northern Wei, their respective celestial devices could not be wielded in conjunction. To do so would invite mutual interference. In such a scenario, neither device would be able to function optimally; they might even neutralize each other, rendering both significantly weaker."