Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8366: Methods (1)

Blood Eye Island was a modest landmass, roughly equivalent in scale to Blood Stone Island. Historically, it had been under the governance of a cultivator at the Art of Refinement realm. Many disciples within the Blood Slaughter Sect had assumed Zhao Hai would target a more prominent territory for his initial strike. They were caught off guard when he selected a minor location like Blood Eye Island. Despite their surprise, no one questioned the decision. Zhao Hai was leading the counter-offensive, and their total combat strength remained slightly inferior to that of the 13 Family Alliance.

A burst of white light erupted in the sky outside Blood Eye Island. Within moments, the Blood Slaughter Sect’s forces materialized a hundred miles away. The army immediately surged forward, aggressively advancing toward their target. The 13 Family Alliance disciples stationed on the island spotted the approaching host instantly. They reacted by activating the island’s defensive barrier, sounding the alarms, and sending an urgent plea for help to Pan Qianlong.

Pan Qianlong had anticipated a move from the Blood Slaughter Sect since the previous day. However, because his forces occupied such a vast number of islands, pinpointing the exact target was impossible. He had settled for ordering every garrison to remain on high alert. The instructions were simple: if the enemy appeared, they were to engage the protective formation and stall for time until reinforcements could arrive.

The moment Pan Qianlong received word that Blood Eye Island was under siege, he personally led a relief force to the site. He was careful not to bring a small contingent; the Blood Slaughter Sect’s puppet numbers were formidable, and he risked a devastating defeat if he arrived understaffed.

By the time Pan Qianlong and his reinforcements reached the area, the Blood Slaughter Sect’s cultivators were already embroiled in a fierce assault. Their offensive was relentless, yet the island’s defenses still held firm. Pan Qianlong felt a wave of relief at the sight and immediately began organizing a counter-strike. However, the intensity of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s attack suddenly spiked. The protective formation groaned under the pressure, threatening to shatter at any second.

Zhao Hai stood positioned behind the main body of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s forces. Seeing Pan Qianlong’s arrival, he realized the trap was set. Nearly 200,000 enemies were present, with more trickling in. He signaled Yan Bei, the field commander, then performed an Outer Binding Seal with his hands, chanting, "All!" As the word left his lips, a perfect duplicate of Zhao Hai and his greatsword manifested beside him. His true form and original weapon vanished from sight, replaced by a flawless illusion.

With the illusion in place, Zhao Hai used a mere thought to vanish. To the observers on Blood Eye Island, it appeared as though Zhao Hai was still standing calmly behind his troops, his massive sword beneath his feet. No one suspected he had departed.

An instant later, Zhao Hai materialized within the Blood Sea, a hundred miles away from Blood Treasure Island. He glided through the crimson depths toward his true target, staying submerged to remain undetected. Upon reaching the perimeter of Blood Treasure Island, he extended his divine sense to scout the area.

Blood Treasure Island was a major stronghold, ranked among the top five islands on the Western defense line. It was one of the three largest territories seized by the 13 Family Alliance, only slightly smaller than Blood Mountain Island. Due to its strategic importance, the Alliance guarded it heavily. A garrison of 50,000 cultivators was stationed there, and the defensive barrier was kept active at all times.

However, Pan Qianlong had siphoned off 20,000 men from this garrison to reinforce Blood Eye Island. This left only 30,000 soldiers behind. Despite the reduced numbers, the protective formation was at full power, and the remaining cultivators were on high alert. It was clear the 13 Family Alliance feared a feint from Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai retracted his divine sense and focused his mind on the interior of his greatsword. The weapon had expanded to accommodate 10,000 men. The internal conditions were spartan—a vast, low-ceilinged hall where the disciples were forced to stand or sit in cramped quarters without the luxury of private space.

None of the disciples complained, understanding their pivotal role in the coming battle. They sat in meditative silence until Zhao Hai’s projection appeared inside the sword. Addressing the crowd, he said, "Everyone, your patience is appreciated, but the wait is almost over. Prepare for combat. Puppet masters, take the front lines. When I open the greatsword, you will exit first and deploy your puppets to lead the charge. The rest of you will follow. Is that understood?"

The disciples rose as one, their voices echoing in the chamber: "Yes, Commander, we understand!" Excitement radiated from them. The prospect of reclaiming the Blood Slaughter Sect’s lost lands filled them with a fierce battle intent.

Zhao Hai nodded and added, "When the order comes to retract the puppets, do so instantly. If you cannot stow them, ground them immediately and cease all attacks so the others can move in. Your mission is to eliminate everyone on this island. I want no survivors. Leave no one alive."

A thunderous roar of approval met his command. The bloodthirsty nature of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s cultivators meant such ruthless orders were welcomed. Rather than being repulsed, the disciples grew even more energized.

Zhao Hai smiled at their enthusiasm. "Stay sharp. If anyone falters or holds us back, I will remove you from this unit and replace you. Understood?" The men responded with a resounding shout, a chill of realization hitting them. While they had initially viewed this as just another mission, Zhao Hai’s words made them feel like an elite, irreplaceable force.

This was Zhao Hai’s intent. By making them feel distinct from the rest of the sect, he knew their psychology would shift, and their performance would follow suit. A sense of belonging to something exclusive would naturally sharpen their resolve.

Seeing the fire in their eyes, Zhao Hai exited the sword’s internal space. Back in the physical world, he gestured, and the greatsword breached the surface of the Blood Sea. Alarms instantly shrieked across Blood Treasure Island as the garrison scrambled to their battle stations.

Zhao Hai looked down at the frantic cultivators and sneered. He formed a Fudo Seal and bellowed, "Lin!" The greatsword beneath him shifted, transforming into a towering giant. The giant’s hands formed a Sun Seal as a booming voice commanded, "Forward!"

The giant extended its arms, which morphed into two colossal, terrifying ghost claws. These claws, tipped with wicked nails and etched with glowing magical arrays, looked both ancient and lethal.

The ghost claws dug into the protective formation of Blood Treasure Island. With a massive heave, the giant tore a gaping hole in the barrier. The giant’s head plunged through the breach, and its entire body followed, liquefying like a massive drop of water to flow onto the island’s surface.

Once the giant landed, it regained its solid form and opened its mouth, disgorging the hidden cultivators. The front line immediately unleashed a wave of puppets, while the warriors behind them drew their weapons.

As the last man exited, the giant transformed once more, becoming a massive formation that slammed into the ground. The defenders suddenly realized their teleportation arrays were dead. Furthermore, while the island's original barrier was gone, a new, hostile formation now locked them inside. They were trapped.

Panic seized the 13 Family Alliance members as the Blood Slaughter Sect’s puppets began their slaughter. Zhao Hai hovered in the air, watching the chaos. The enemy was paralyzed by his rapid-fire tactics and psychological pressure. Even those who tried to fight back were so overwhelmed by fear that they could barely muster sixty percent of their strength. They stood no chance against the onslaught.

The Blood Slaughter Sect disciples were single-minded in their aggression. Driven by Zhao Hai’s "no survivors" decree, their killing intent reached a fever pitch. Though the puppets did the initial work, the cultivators behind them gripped their blood sabers, their eyes turning a predatory red. This thick, palpable aura of death further demoralized the defenders.

Zhao Hai’s eyes gleamed as he observed the progress. He shouted, "Collect!" At his word, the puppet masters retracted their machines, which transformed back into swords and hit the ground. "Attack!" Zhao Hai roared.

"Kill!" the disciples screamed in a blood-curdling chorus, charging forward to finish the job.