Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8371: Offense (1)

"However, this is no reason for celebration. Do not forget that these territories were originally the property of the Blood Massacre Sect. Furthermore, they were surrendered while under our watch. Even if there were various justifications for their loss, they were still lost by us. Currently, we have merely reclaimed what was previously ours. What cause is there for joy in that?"

Zhao Hai’s voice dropped as he spoke these words. The crowd was momentarily stunned by his statement, and soon, their expressions darkened significantly. A long silence followed because they knew Zhao Hai was correct. These lands had been forfeited during their tenure. Simply regaining what was lost was not a true victory.

Observing them, Zhao Hai pressed on, "We have only managed to seize back ten islands. Having lost hundreds, we still have a massive distance to cover. Moreover, surely no one believes those thieves should get away without paying a heavy price for stealing our property? Our goal is not just the restoration of our Lost Islands; we intend to crush the 13 Family Alliance entirely. Only by doing so can we truly demonstrate the overwhelming might of the Blood Massacre Sect."

His speech ignited the crowd's spirit, but it also filled them with a dense killing intent. This was especially true for the 10,000 elite disciples. A tangible aura of slaughter surged from them, coalescing into a roiling blood cloud above. Within that crimson mist, something seemed to stir like a ferocious beast.

Seeing the timing was perfect, Zhao Hai continued, "Excellent, this is the resolve I expect. We shall drive the 13 Family Alliance out of our Sect's domain and seize every one of their islands. Let us move now to reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to us!" "Yes, sir!" the group roared in unison. Zhao Hai then designated their next objective. Everyone began recalibrating the coordinates on their transmission arrays. At Zhao Hai’s command, the island erupted in flashes of white light, and in an instant, the entire force vanished.

A moment later, they materialized outside the perimeter of Blood-Drinking Island. Their arrival was immediately detected by the 13 Family Alliance cultivators stationed there. These sentries quickly relayed the intelligence to Pan Qianlong while organizing a defense. Simultaneously, they readied the teleportation formations on the island. Their plan was to flee the moment Zhao Hai and his forces breached the island’s protective array.

Blood-Drinking Island was merely a small outpost, and its defensive barriers were lackluster. This lack of fortification meant the defenders had little hope of withstanding Zhao Hai’s assault. Zhao Hai did not dally; he swung his sword, carving a massive rift through the protective formation. He wedged his blade into the gap to keep it from sealing, allowing the Blood Massacre Sect disciples to swarm through the opening.

Realizing the situation was hopeless, the occupying cultivators used their portable teleportation arrays to escape. By the time Zhao Hai stepped onto the island and deployed a barrier formation to lock down all local arrays, very few enemies remained. They had secured another island with almost no resistance.

Despite the easy win, Zhao Hai did not look pleased. Instead, he frowned. He suspected the 13 Family Alliance would not surrender these territories so passively without a hidden motive, though he hadn't uncovered it yet. Regardless, he was certain the enemy would reveal their hand soon.

While he harbored concerns, Zhao Hai felt no fear. He understood that the enemy wouldn't dare deploy an Island Lord level expert to intervene. As long as no one at the Island Lord level appeared, he was safe. He held little regard for any combatants below the Dharma Refinement realm.

Even against a Refinement Realm cultivator, Zhao Hai was confident in his current strength. He was certain he could hold his own or even secure a victory. Whether he could actually kill such an opponent depended entirely on how quickly they could flee the battlefield.

He was even less concerned about a potential military ambush. Even if he were caught in a trap, Zhao Hai believed he could fight his way out. Consequently, he remained unbothered by the enemy's lack of action. After establishing new defenses on Blood-Drinking Island, they prepared to strike the next target.

Pan Qianlong was well aware of Zhao Hai’s movements. Though he was seething with rage, he restrained himself, waiting for Yi Xuanming to return with reinforcements. Once those forces arrived, they could execute their counter-strategy. They believed that if they could inflict massive casualties on the Blood Massacre Sect’s elite, the Sect would be forced to abandon the Western Defense Line.

However, as Zhao Hai’s offensive intensified, Pan Qianlong felt the walls closing in. Since Yi Xuanming’s departure from Blood Mountain Island, the Blood Massacre Sect had been capturing one island every single day. This pace infuriated Pan Qianlong, yet he was powerless to stop it. His few attempts at counter-attacking had failed miserably. If he reinforced a specific target, Zhao Hai would simply use a small force to pin them down while leading the main army to strike elsewhere. Pan Qianlong’s hatred for Zhao Hai grew with every passing day.

Inside a side hall on Blood Mountain Island, Pan Qianlong sat with several other managers of the 13 Family Alliance, all of whom were powerful Dharma Cultivation realm disciples. Curiously, while this was supposed to be a coalition of the 13 families, most of the leaders present were actually disciples from various other sects.

Pan Qianlong addressed the group grimly, "Senior Brother Yi Xuanming has been gone for fifteen days. In that time, we have lost fifty islands—one per day. At this rate, it won't be long before they reclaim everything we took from the Blood Massacre Sect. Do none of you feel the sting of this humiliation?"

The room remained silent. They certainly felt the shame, but they were at a loss. Although they outnumbered the Blood Massacre Sect, those puppets were a nightmare to deal with. No one wanted to go toe-to-toe with tireless, fearless machines.

Furthermore, the speed at which Zhao Hai shattered defensive formations was terrifying. Often, by the time reinforcements were notified, the barriers were already gone and the local disciples had already fled. It was an incredibly frustrating situation.

Looking at his subordinates, Pan Qianlong felt a surge of annoyance, both at them and himself. He hadn't expected the Blood Massacre Sect to be this relentless. He had considered ignoring Zhao Hai’s advance to launch a direct assault on the Sect’s own heartland—trading island for island—to see who had more endurance.

He ultimately discarded that idea, fearing it would alert Zhao Hai. If he attacked other Blood Massacre Sect territories, Zhao Hai might stop his advance, which would ruin Yi Xuanming’s trap. The primary goal was the total annihilation of the Blood Massacre Sect’s mobile forces. Destroying their army was more vital than holding a few individual islands; it was the key to the entire Western Defense Line.

Even after two weeks, there was no sign of the promised reinforcements. He knew Yi Xuanming faced a difficult task, as many different sects were involved in this campaign. Though called the 13 Family Alliance, the actual number of participating groups was much higher. Every sect had its own agenda and sought to profit without taking risks. Getting them to commit troops was like pulling teeth.

Even though the Corpse Demon Sect was the premier power in the Blood Sea Realm, the other members of the Ten Great Sects did not fear them. Much like the Blood Massacre Sect, if any of them were pushed into a desperate, life-or-death struggle, even the Corpse Demon Sect would suffer catastrophic losses. Because of this, the Corpse Demon Sect could only negotiate for help rather than demand it. This was why Yi Xuanming was taking so long.

Pan Qianlong understood the politics, but his anxiety was peaking. Fifteen days meant fifteen lost islands. Zhao Hai now controlled twenty-six islands, including the strategically significant Blood Treasure Island. If Yi Xuanming didn't return soon, morale would collapse. If the alliance fractured from within, they would be finished.

Just as Pan Qianlong was spiraling into a headache, a disciple burst into the room. Bowing deeply, the messenger reported, "Commander! Lord Yi Xuanming has returned and is approaching the hall!" Pan Qianlong bolted upright, ignoring his guests as he rushed outside.

Reaching the entrance, he saw Yi Xuanming descending from the sky. He was still dressed in his sky-blue scholar’s robes, a folding fan in hand and a calm smile on his face. Upon seeing Pan Qianlong, Yi Xuanming chuckled and cupped his hands, "Junior Brother Pan, why such a formal welcome? You are being far too polite."

The sight of Yi Xuanming’s confidence acted like a balm to Pan Qianlong’s nerves. He hurried forward and asked urgently, "Senior Brother, what is the status of the reinforcements?"