Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8377: Battle corpse (1)

Pan Qianlong was meticulously tracking the minutes, awaiting the moment the enemy would descend into utter turmoil. His plan was to strike then, delivering a crippling blow to their forces. If they could shatter the opposition here, the Blood Slaughter Sect would be left without reinforcements on the Western Defense Line, allowing his alliance to seize every single island in the sector.

The source of Pan Qianlong’s confidence was his certainty that Yi Xuanming’s ambush would succeed. While Zhao Hai led a mere ten thousand men, Yi Xuanming commanded a force of two hundred thousand. Such a disparity in numbers meant the smaller group stood no chance. Pan Qianlong anticipated that Zhao Hai would desperately signal for aid, throwing the Blood Slaughter Sect into a panic. In that moment of weakness, they would swoop in and eliminate the remaining disciples of the bloody massacre.

Suddenly, the teleportation array on Blood Hawk Island erupted in a brilliant white glow, catching Pan Qianlong off guard. He wondered if reinforcements from Clear Blood Island had arrived or if Yi Xuanming had already finished Zhao Hai and sent a messenger with the news. However, as a figure materialized within the array, Pan Qianlong froze in shock. The newcomer was draped in unmistakable crimson robes.

Even without seeing a face, the attire alone identified the man as a member of the Blood Slaughter Sect. Pan Qianlong’s mind raced with confusion. Why was an enemy appearing in their own teleportation array? Why was he alone? Had he survived the slaughter at Clear Blood Island and fled here in desperation?

Without warning, the Blood Slaughter Sect disciple soared into the air. With a casual flick of his wrist, a colossal bronze palace manifested over Blood Hawk Island. A swarm of cultivators poured out from the structure, taking their positions instantly. The palace itself began to shift and groan, transforming into a massive Bronze Giant. Brandishing a lethal blade, the construct charged toward the alliance forces.

The warriors emerging from the palace organized into a tight battle formation with lethal efficiency. They deployed a deluge of puppets to harass the defenders of Blood Hawk Island. Meanwhile, the man who had first arrived through the teleportation array performed a series of rapid hand seals and bellowed, "Begin!" At his command, a crimson mist began to drift upward, enveloping the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples in a bloody shroud.

The sect members, supported by their puppets, lunged forward with supernatural intensity, as if injected with chicken blood. Their expressions were a terrifying mix of murderous rage and ecstatic zeal. They looked less like men and more like bloodthirsty demons emerging from the depths of hell.

The suddenness of the assault paralyzed the 13 Family Alliance. Before they could grasp the situation, a massive force had materialized behind their lines. The sheer unpredictability of the maneuver left them completely disoriented.

Suddenly, the Bronze Giant crashed to the earth and vanished. In the midst of the confusion, the defenders realized with horror that the island’s protective array had failed. The barrier, which had already been flickering and damaged, was now entirely gone. This development was a devastating blow.

The chaos intensified as the Bronze Giant rose again, tearing through the alliance disciples. Simultaneously, the Blood Slaughter Sect forces on the island pressed their advantage. Previously, the battle had been a stalemate at a single breach in the barrier. Now that the array was gone, the battlefield was wide open. However, this wasn't the open field the 13 families had hoped for; they were being squeezed from both the inside and the outside in a state of total anarchy.

Pan Qianlong’s head throbbed as the reality of the situation finally dawned on him. He realized that the attackers were the elite core of the Blood Slaughter Sect, personally led by Zhao Hai. They were the ones who should have been ambushed. How were they here? While he couldn't fathom the details, he knew with chilling certainty that Yi Xuanming’s mission had met a disastrous end.

With that realization, Pan Qianlong’s composure shattered. Driven to madness by the impending collapse of his forces, he knew that if Yi Xuanming was gone, the Blood Slaughter Sect had already won. He saw his own doom approaching and decided to take his enemy with him. Roaring in fury, he lunged toward Zhao Hai, who was still focused on maintaining his hand seals behind the front lines. Pan Qianlong had only one goal: a mutual death with Zhao Hai.

As he moved, the sky seemed to darken above him. He looked up to find the massive Bronze Giant blocking his path, its great saber already swinging toward him. The strike appeared deceptively slow, yet it closed the distance with terrifying speed and a sense of inevitable change. Pan Qianlong gasped in alarm.

Despite his suicidal resolve, Pan Qianlong wasn't ready to die before reaching his target. He wanted Zhao Hai’s life to be the price of his own. He unsheathed his curved saber and struck back at the construct. His blade moved like a flash of black light, colliding with the Bronze Giant with a deafening metallic clang.

The strike carved a deep wound into the giant’s bronze hide. Surprised by the speed of the counterattack, the construct hesitated for a heartbeat. Pan Qianlong seized the opening, darting past the giant and continuing his charge toward Zhao Hai. His focus remained locked on the man atop the lotus.

Zhao Hai, perched upon his Blood Lotus, observed the duel between the giant and Pan Qianlong. He was impressed by the man's speed and Cultivation, yet he felt no need to engage personally. His priority remained the total defeat of the 13 Family Alliance army.

With a mere thought, Zhao Hai summoned a group of battle corpses and elite puppets from the Undead Race to his side. Simultaneously, the Blood Lotus released a thick cloud of blood mist, obscuring his form from view. Throughout the process, his hands remained locked in their complex seal.

As Pan Qianlong neared, a dark silhouette intercepted him. He lashed out with a crescent-shaped wave of black Qi from his saber, only to hear another metallic ring. To his astonishment, a tall figure stood before him, having blocked the lethal strike with nothing but its bare arm.

Shocked, Pan Qianlong unleashed a flurry of strikes, his curved blade becoming a blur of steel. The figure howled, crossing its arms to absorb the punishment. While the blades tore through the figure's clothing and left shallow marks on its skin, the man beneath was finally revealed.

Pan Qianlong recoiled in horror. The entity was a high-level battle corpse. Its skin was a sickly green with a metallic sheen, featuring a monstrous face and protruding fangs. It was clearly a powerful tool of war.

The battle corpse, seemingly provoked by the assault, let out a piercing roar. It lunged at Pan Qianlong with clawed hands tipped with six-inch nails. The nails gleamed with a cold light and emitted a foul stench of decay, signaling a potent corpse poison.

As a member of the Corpse Demon Sect, Pan Qianlong was intimately familiar with such creatures, even though he and Yi Xuanming specialized in the Corpse Knife technique rather than puppetry. He knew exactly how dangerous this opponent was.

Within the Corpse Demon Sect, battle corpses were categorized into four prestigious ranks: Gold, Silver, Copper, and Iron. Anything below these was considered a mere zombie or a common "hairy corpse." The Golden Corpse stood at the pinnacle, possessing god-like strength, impenetrable defense, and lethal secret techniques. Only the Sect Master and the highest Elders possessed such rarities.

Below them were the Silver Corpses, which possessed combat power comparable to an Island Lord. These were also highly guarded assets. The entity facing Pan Qianlong was a Copper Corpse. Usually, these were the province of Elders specializing in the Magic Refinement Realm. While some Island Lords utilized them, they were generally viewed as peak Magic Refinement combatants rather than true Island Lord-level threats.

The final rank, the Iron Corpse, was the standard for high-level disciples, possessing strength in the Spell Essence Realm. While ordinary disciples used various types of poisonous or hairy corpses, those were natural occurrences. The Gold, Silver, Copper, and Iron series were unique, refined through secret methods known only to the Corpse Demon Sect.

This was the source of Pan Qianlong’s profound shock. These four ranks of battle corpses were the most guarded secrets of his sect. The methods to create them were never shared externally. Seeing a Copper Corpse in the hands of a Blood Slaughter Sect commander like Zhao Hai was an impossibility that defied everything he knew.