Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8735: Frost world_1

Lord Beiwei and Lord Nanwei materialized at the perimeter of the ominous gray fog. Zhao Hai and his companions immediately noticed their arrival, as colossal palaces are inherently conspicuous. While Lord Beiwei's presence was expected, Zhao Hai's attention was immediately drawn to an elder accompanying him.

Upon his first glance, Zhao Hai was certain this elder possessed a cultivation comparable to, if not surpassing, Lord Beiwei. Curiosity piqued, Zhao Hai observed the elder, deducing that their joint appearance was intended to confront the encroaching blood mist. He was eager to witness their methods.

Meanwhile, Lord Nanwei's gaze was fixated on the blood mist. After a prolonged moment, he raised a hand, summoning a jade plate intricately carved with a horned dragon. As the plate appeared, Lord Nanwei's eyes shifted to a stark, snow-white hue. Simultaneously, his physical form began to expand, his stature increasing considerably.

His hands, however, remained in constant motion, weaving intricate hand seals. A resonant shout followed, and from the mouth of the carved horned dragon, a plume of blood erupted. This blood, initially appearing as a faint wisp of white Qi, transformed into a slender white line that shot forward. As it propelled through the air, the line rapidly thickened, growing exponentially until it reached the blood mist, transforming into a colossal energy pillar, roughly a meter in diameter.

With a resounding impact, the white energy pillar struck the blood mist. The mist churned violently before a layer of white frost began to bloom across its surface. This frost rapidly proliferated, eventually enveloping the entire mass of blood mist. Once encased in the frost, the blood mist ceased its movement, becoming utterly still.

Zhao Hai, positioned within the blood mist, observed this phenomenon with a shifting expression. A faint smile touched his lips as he mused, "This is quite intriguing." Even as he spoke, the frost spread with increasing velocity, immobilizing a significant portion of the blood mist. Though the mist continued to swirl, the area adjacent to the gray fog became stagnant.

A smile played on Zhao Hai's lips. With a casual wave of his hand, the residual motion within the blood mist gradually subsided. Subsequently, the mist coalesced, forming several formidable magical weapons that were hurled towards the encroaching white frost. A powerful explosion ensued as the frost shattered. The blood mist regained its dynamism, though its overall movement was now halted.

At this juncture, the blood mist obscuring Zhao Hai and his companions thinned and dispersed, revealing their presence. They could now clearly perceive Lord Beiwei and Lord Nanwei, and reciprocally, the two lords could see them distinctly. The three figures regarded each other, and Lord Beiwei broke the silence with a deep, resonant voice, "Zhao Hai, I never anticipated you possessed such capabilities. To conjure such an immense blood mist… I truly underestimated you."

Zhao Hai met Lord Beiwei's gaze and chuckled. "On the contrary, I believe I overestimated you. Observing the individual beside you, his cultivation and status clearly stand on par with your own. Might I inquire about his introduction? I am Zhao Hai, the esteemed leader of the Blood Killing Sect within the Blood Sea Realm." With that, Zhao Hai offered a respectful bow to Lord Nanwei.

Lord Nanwei's eyes flickered slightly at Zhao Hai's gesture. He then replied with a smile, "You are too gracious, Sir. I am Lord Nanwei of the Shadow Realm." Upon finishing his statement, he returned Zhao Hai's bow, his expression imbued with an uncommon seriousness. This did not necessarily stem from an precise understanding of Zhao Hai's power, but rather from an intuition that Zhao Hai presented a formidable challenge, largely due to his composed demeanor.

Their invasion of the Blood Sea Realm marked them as the realm's primary adversaries. Yet, even when confronted by such enemies, Zhao Hai maintained an unyielding politeness, devoid of anger or harsh words. This level of composure was a clear indicator that Zhao Hai was by no means an individual to be trifled with.

Lord Beiwei surveyed Zhao Hai, letting out a cold snort. "Zhao Hai, surely you don't harbor the delusion that this blood mist alone can secure your victory? Your naivety is astounding. Let me be unequivocal: your Blood Sea Realm warriors are destined for subjugation. The Blood Sea Realm will inevitably become territory of our Shadow Realm, and all of you will be compelled to submit."

Zhao Hai regarded Lord Beiwei with a calm smile. "Should you possess the ability to vanquish a Blood Sea Realm warrior, then compelling our submission would be a trivial matter. However, that scenario is contingent upon my demise. Prior to that, it is an impossibility. I suggest you abandon such futile aspirations."

"Can you not be killed so easily?" The King of Northern Wei sneered. "Don't worry, I will kill you sooner or later. Not only will I kill you, but I will also exterminate the Blood Slaughter Sect. I will ensure that your Blood Slaughter Sect is completely removed from the Blood Sea Realm, and that its legacy is extinguished forever. Don't worry, that day will come very soon."

Zhao Hai looked at the King of Northern Wei and smiled. "You will know how difficult it is to kill me. However, I can see that King Nanwei must also possess a special cultivation method or a magical artifact, likely ice-related. Its effect is quite good. My visit today is to inform you that we will launch a full-scale offensive soon, so you must make preparations." With that, Zhao Hai waved his hand, and the blood mist enveloped them once more.

Upon witnessing Zhao Hai's actions, the King of Northern Wei couldn't help but sneer. He spoke in a deep voice, "This person is Zhao Hai. He must be extremely powerful. Most importantly, his methods are formidable. He has unified the entire Blood Sea Realm. It is precisely because he has consolidated the Blood Sea Realm that he dares to attack us."

King Nanwei gazed in the direction Zhao Hai had vanished, his expression grave. "This man is certainly not simple. He still dares to confront us at this juncture, showing no signs of anxiety, as if everything is well within his grasp. Either he is feigning confidence, or he genuinely possesses it. Regardless, he has already united all the warriors of the Blood Sea Realm. We are now facing a completely unified force, which will not be an easy opponent."

The King of Northern Wei nodded, his voice heavy. "It's all because of those incompetent fools. I had already made arrangements for them and even dispatched troops to assist. Yet, they were unable to halt the Blood Slaughter Sect's advance and were utterly annihilated. Now, we are left with no choice but to confront Zhao Hai and his forces directly. It's truly infuriating; we could have easily dealt with them." The King of Northern Wei felt a pang of dejection at this thought, but there was nothing he could do.

King Nanwei cast a glance at him but remained silent. In his view, the King of Northern Wei bore significant responsibility for this situation. In truth, individuals from the Shadow Realm, such as themselves, often held a condescending attitude towards those from the Blood Sea Realm, and the King of Northern Wei was particularly egregious in this regard. Consequently, when the Blood Slaughter Sect had dealt with the Rahu Sect, they had not provided adequate support. This allowed the Blood Slaughter Sect to successfully annihilate the Rahu Sect, thus losing a potential ally. Now, they were forced to face the Blood Slaughter Sect's assault alone.

The King of Northern Wei, oblivious to King Nanwei's scrutiny, stated in a deep tone, "Now that Zhao Hai has conjured this blood mist, they will undoubtedly launch an all-out assault. We must be prepared. Those wretched individuals must be compelled to contribute even more power."

King Nanwei understood the King of Northern Wei's implication. The "individuals" the King of Northern Wei referred to were the cultivators who had surrendered to them. Currently, their task involved channeling spiritual power into the talisman array daily, which would then be converted into the gray mist. Based on the current circumstances, a greater quantity of this gray mist was required.

Just as the Kings of Northern Wei and Nanwei were conversing, the blood mist before them suddenly underwent a transformation. It began to churn and coalesce, ultimately forming humanoid shapes. These mist figures gradually morphed into cavalry units, each clad in armor and wielding long spears, forming endless rows as far as the eye could see.

Witnessing this spectacle, both the King of Northern Wei and the King of Nanwei were taken aback. Subsequently, they reacted swiftly. The King of Northern Wei immediately waved his hand, causing his palace to retreat into the gray fog. Simultaneously, countless colossal weapons materialized within the gray fog. These weapons did not attack but remained poised in formation.

At this precise moment, the blood mist cavalry began their charge. Rank upon rank of riders surged directly toward the gray mist, while the gray mist artifacts commanded by the King of Northern Wei initiated their counteroffensive. The battle between the two factions had finally commenced. However, it was evident that despite their imposing size, the King of Northern Wei's gray mist artifacts lacked agility and sufficient offensive power. They proved inferior to the blood mist cavalry conjured by Zhao Hai. The King of Northern Wei's control over the gray mist was demonstrably weaker than Zhao Hai's proficiency.

The Beiwei king observed the unfolding battle, letting out a cold snort of displeasure but remaining silent. Nevertheless, the Southern Wei king understood that this reservation stemmed from the Beiwei king's lack of conviction. Since the situation spoke for itself, any words would be futile. However, an idea sparked. He turned to the Beiwei king, proposing, "Xiaobei, what if I were to infuse your fog weapons with frost Qi to bolster their strength? If managed correctly, adding a layer of ice weapon Qi to the gray mist weapons shouldn't impede their functionality significantly, should it?"

Upon hearing this, the Northern Wei king paused in surprise before replying in a deep tone, "Then, you may proceed with the test. If it proves effective, we shall implement it. Zhao Hai's blood mist is formidable, seemingly surpassing my gray mist's power. We must halt their advance, or they will continue to decimate the gray mist, which is detrimental to our cause."

Truthfully, his words were a diplomatic understatement. The severe depletion of their gray fog would indeed spell disaster. If their gray fog was too heavily compromised, they would likely face utter defeat. It was precisely this dire prospect that compelled the Northern Wei king to set aside his pride and agree to a collaboration with the Southern Wei king.