Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8375: 352-spending (1)

Yi Xuanming possessed no desire to concede. Despite the ferocious assault from the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples, his forces still numbered 200,000—twenty times that of his rivals. Even accounting for the enemy's skeletons, he maintained a tenfold numerical advantage. There was simply no reason to feel intimidated.

While the bronze colossus was massive and formidable, Yi Xuanming saw no cause for alarm. Its sheer size suggested a lack of agility, whereas his own speed was exceptional. He was confident he could stall the construct and gradually close the distance to Zhao Hai. Eliminating Zhao Hai would instantly resolve their crisis.

Refusing to retreat, Yi Xuanming lunged toward the bronze statue. With a flick of his folding fan, a massive shroud of blue vapor erupted, enveloping him entirely. This azure mist expanded to cover roughly five mu, rumbling with a sound that suggested a hidden behemoth lurked within.

Zhao Hai watched Yi Xuanming, a faint smile touching his lips. It was clear that Yi Xuanming was a master of poison, and his cultivation was undoubtedly deep enough to make his toxins lethal. However, he had picked the worst possible target. These bronze giants were the handiwork of Laura and her team, constructed from an immense hoard of rare materials. Crucially, these automatons were designed to absorb and store toxins. For a poison cultivator, facing this bronze man was a nightmare. The construct would simply drain your toxins, store them internally, and recycle them as weapons when needed.

This capability stemmed not just from the alloys used, but from the specialized arrays etched into its frame. Several formations were dedicated specifically to poison absorption. Combined with the high-grade materials, the bronze man was effectively immune to such attacks. Yi Xuanming could only hope for a miracle as he engaged the construct.

The bronze statue reached Yi Xuanming in an instant, its heavy saber carving a path into the blue mist. The vapor swirled violently, yet showed no other change. A faint sizzling echoed from within, as if the blade were being eaten away by corrosion. The statue, however, remained indifferent to the damage, continuing its horizontal sweep with mechanical precision.

The blade emerged from the blue fog, having struck nothing but air, but the bronze man was relentless. It immediately followed up with a lightning-fast strike. The massive weapon transformed into a blur of bronze light, piercing deep into the azure haze.

The blue smoke churned and suddenly contracted, causing the majority of the blade's energy to miss. Then, the mist billowed upward, reshaping into countless blue pythons that coiled around the bronze giant. The statue’s eyes flared a menacing red. It swung its long blade in a defensive arc, generating a shroud of blade light that shredded every incoming serpent.

Expanding its offensive, the blade light delved back into the mist, this time carrying a subtle crimson tint. As this energy entered the blue cloud, the vapor recoiled as if in pain. The mist shrank further, condensing into a colossal blue spider a hundred meters in length. This six-eyed monstrosity, its gaze a blood-red hue, let out a frenzied shriek and lunged at the bronze man.

The bronze man let out a cold snort at the sight of the arachnid. It swung its saber in a strike that appeared simple but contained seven distinct variations. Each variation held seven layers of force. This power was not the standard Dharma power utilized by humans, but rather the output of magic arrays—a sequence of seven shifting formations.

A thunderous boom echoed as the blade slammed into the spider. With a sickening crunch, the creature shrieked; the blow had pulverized its head and half its torso. This was the devastating result of the layered powers within the strike. The bronze man didn't pause, pressing the advantage. In desperation, the spider dissolved back into blue mist to evade the follow-up. However, the construct adjusted its technique. Its weapon suddenly seemed to carry the weight of ten thousand pounds, cutting through the blue haze with agonizing, deliberate slowness.

Bang! Bang! Muffled explosions erupted within the blue mist, as if a core charge had been detonated at its center. The vapor scattered and was promptly drawn into the bronze statue. Without hesitation, the colossus struck at the remaining mist once more.

The blue vapor vanished rapidly. Yi Xuanming reappeared a hundred meters away, his complexion pale as he glared at the statue. He had initially dismissed it as a mere puppet under Zhao Hai’s direct control, but he now realized his error. No puppet could be this fluid or possess such startling reaction times.

More importantly, the bronze man’s offensive capabilities were overwhelming. The complexity of its movements and the sophisticated application of force were beyond the capabilities of any puppet he had ever encountered. He was baffled as to what kind of creation could perform such feats.

Yi Xuanming glanced toward the clash between the Alliance Army and the Blood Slaughter Sect, and his heart sank. The sect disciples were fighting with fanatical energy, relentlessly pressing the 13 Family Alliance. Above them, the red Cloud continued to provide cover, its form now resembling a giant Lotus.

This confirmed his suspicion that the red Cloud was Zhao Hai’s doing. He looked toward Zhao Hai and saw him still positioned atop the blood lotus, flanked by several black-robed figures radiating a spectral, ghostly aura. Beside them stood over a dozen warriors in heavy plate armor wielding massive blades. Strangely, these armored figures emitted no energy fluctuations at all.

Yi Xuanming realized that reaching Zhao Hai was currently impossible. To make matters worse, the bronze statue was closing in again. He could only offer a bitter smile. He was trapped. This giant construct was so relentless that he couldn't even find an opening to flee, let alone launch a counter-attack.

As the bronze man resumed its assault, Yi Xuanming felt a growing headache. The construct was incredibly powerful and immune to his primary weapon: poison. He could feel the suction from the bronze blade actively draining his toxins. It was his perfect natural counter. Defeating it would be an uphill battle.

Still, Yi Xuanming refused to give up. With a mental command, he retrieved a pouch from his storage. He took a deep breath, looking at the small bag before tossing it into the air. The bag opened, releasing a verdant cloud accompanied by a deafening, collective buzzing.

Upon closer inspection, the green cloud was composed of millions of tiny insects. They resembled ants but were larger, equipped with razor-sharp mandibles and wings. These were not creatures to be dismissed lightly.

These were the Gold-Consuming Ants, a terrifying breed of poisonous insect. They thrived in toxic environments and sustained themselves on various metals. Highly venomous and destructive, they were a nightmare for most cultivators.

However, they possessed a glaring weakness: they had poor defenses and were extremely vulnerable to fire-type techniques. In fact, they were susceptible to almost any magic that wasn't metal-based. They were the definition of a "glass cannon" in the world of poisonous pests.

Yi Xuanming had hoped to keep them in reserve, but the bronze man’s strength had forced his hand. He had no other choice.

Because Yi Xuanming focused on poison cultivation, he couldn't always refine potent toxins directly without great risk. He used the Gold-Consuming Ants as a medium, allowing them to ingest the poison first so he could refine it through them. This method safely enhanced his techniques.

Now, he had to sacrifice them, as they were the only things capable of dismantling the bronze man. As the swarm poured out of the pouch, Yi Xuanming formed a hand seal and roared, “Go!” At his command, the Gold-Consuming Ants surged forward, their wings creating a roar that filled the battlefield as they dived toward the bronze giant.

The bronze man noted the approaching swarm but didn't break its stride, continuing its charge toward Yi Xuanming. The cultivator nimbly dodged the statue’s blade. Seeing the cloud of ants finally settle onto the bronze surface, a cold smile finally returned to Yi Xuanming’s face.