Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8378: Forbidden law (1)

Previously on Living In Another World With A Farm...
Pan Qianlong’s plan to ambush the Blood Slaughter Sect backfires when Zhao Hai unexpectedly appears on Blood Hawk Island via teleportation. Leading an elite force, Zhao Hai disables the island's protective formation and traps the 13 Family Alliance in a chaotic pincer attack. Desperate to turn the tide, Pan Qianlong attempts to assassinate Zhao Hai but is intercepted by a massive bronze construct and a powerful copper battle corpse. The appearance of this high-level undead shocks Pan Qianlong, as the refining techniques for such corpses are guarded secrets of his own sect.
Clang! Clang! Clang! A rapid succession of metallic collisions echoed through the air. Pan Qianlong and the battle corpse had already traded dozens of strikes, yet neither could gain the upper hand. While one possessed superior physical strength and a sturdier defense, the other relied on greater speed. However, this advantage was restricted; Pan Qianlong found it impossible to fully shake off the battle corpse. At this rate, a swift victory for either side was out of the reach. Meanwhile, the massive bronze statue refrained from joining this specific duel, instead turning its fury toward the other members of the 13 Family Alliance. Not every cultivator shared Pan Qianlong’s extraordinary reflexes. While he could strike the bronze man and successfully retreat, the others were not so fortunate. Despite its towering stature, the bronze man’s speed was formidable. The only reason Pan Qianlong had managed to land a blow earlier was because the construct had underestimated him. Possessing its own sentience, the bronze statue was capable of human-like arrogance. It hadn't anticipated Pan Qianlong's agility, leading to it being struck by his saber. Though the wound was superficial and healed instantly, the bronze man felt a deep sense of humiliation. The fact that Pan Qianlong had slipped through its fingers was an intolerable insult. Since Pan Qianlong was now occupied with the battle corpse, the bronze man vented its rage on the rank-and-file disciples of the 13 Family Alliance. In a flash of blade light, a multitude of Alliance disciples fell beneath its strikes. The disciples did not lack the will to fight back, but they soon discovered that their techniques were futile. The bronze man’s regeneration was too rapid, and its body was nearly impenetrable. Their coordinated attacks left no lasting mark on the behemoth. The bronze man, while maintaining a humanoid shape, would occasionally transform into a colossal sword. When it charged in this form, it acted like a massive magic weapon, pulverizing anyone in its path. Faced with such an unstoppable force, the members of the 13 Family Alliance were left without a countermeasure. Beyond the bronze giant, the bloodsucker team was dealing devastating blows to the Alliance. These cultivators had never encountered such a specialized unit, and only now did they realize the horror of the bloodsucker team. Anyone who drew near was instantly drained; their magical power, mental energy, and even their sanity were siphoned away. To the bloodsuckers, these cultivators were nothing more than a source of nourishment. It was a terrifying sight. Furthermore, the puppets inflicted massive casualties. Lacking interruption talismans, the 13 Family Alliance had no way to halt the mechanical onslaught. This allowed the puppets to unleash their full power without restraint. With Zhao Hai and Lilai deploying three million puppets, the sheer numbers were overwhelming. The Alliance cultivators were practically drowning in a sea of steel. As the minutes ticked by, the Alliance's numbers dwindled. They had deployed 200,000 reinforcements to Blood Hawk Island, which, combined with the 30,000 already stationed there, brought their total to 230,000. However, against 100,000 elite warriors from the Blood Slaughter Sect and millions of puppets, they stood no chance. The more perceptive individuals began plotting their escape. Some succeeded by retreating to areas where the spiritual Qi was stable enough to risk using portable teleportation arrays. Even if they were transported to unknown coordinates far from their destination, surviving the slaughter was a victory in itself. In the heat of combat, Pan Qianlong had forgotten his initial resolve to die alongside Zhao Hai. His focus was entirely consumed by the battle corpse. He had seen the bronze corpses of his own Sect before, but none possessed the combat prowess of this entity. Despite exerting his full power, he couldn't break the creature, fueling his growing rage. After hundreds of exchanges, a flash of cunning appeared in the battle corpse’s blood-red, vacant eyes. Pan Qianlong froze for a split second, doubting his own vision. In that moment of hesitation, the battle corpse leaped back, and Pan Qianlong realized too late that he had been lured into a trap. He was both startled and infuriated. He found himself surrounded by Zhao Hai’s personal guard—warriors clad in heavy armor who emitted no energy fluctuations. Pan Qianlong assumed they were advanced puppets rather than cultivators; otherwise, their Qi would be detectable. His anger stemmed from being outmaneuvered by a battle corpse. A mindless tool of war had tricked him! As a member of the Corpse Devil Sect, being fooled by a corpse was a disgrace so profound it would make him a laughingstock if he survived. With a roar, Pan Qianlong lunged at the battle corpse, but the puppets blocked his path. They raised their massive sabers and swung in unison. Usually, such heavy weapons were slow, but these puppets moved with unsettling fluidity. Pan Qianlong believed his speed would allow him to weave through them. He was mistaken. The puppets were incredibly fast, and their strikes were even faster. Twelve blades wove a web of light, locking Pan Qianlong into a shrinking circle. No matter how he lunged, he couldn't break the formation. The space for him to maneuver grew tighter as the blade light intensified. Panic began to set in. He could feel the immense power behind each swing; a single direct hit would be fatal. Realizing that staying would lead to his certain death, Pan Qianlong reached into his robes and pulled out a small skeleton. It was no larger than a palm, translucent and crafted from what looked like black crystal. He tossed it into the air and roared, “Rise!” The artifact expanded rapidly until it became a gargantuan skull over ten meters wide. The skull unhinged its jaw, emitting the piercing wail of a crying infant. The sound caused every cultivator within earshot to feel a wave of nausea and mental instability. They were forced to circulate their magic power just to protect their minds from the sonic assault. The horror didn't stop there. Billowing black Qi poured from the skeleton’s maw, manifesting into over a thousand Black Ghost babies that swarmed toward both the puppets and the nearby cultivators. Seizing the chaos, Pan Qianlong blurred into motion, breaking through the puppet encirclement to flee. However, a figure suddenly barred his path. The man looked at him with icy eyes and said, “You have some nerve. To actually refine such an abominable thing... I will not let you leave today.” He quickly formed a hand seal and barked, “Lin!” A massive spectral palm manifested in the sky and slammed down toward Pan Qianlong. It was Zhao Hai. He had stopped overseeing the bloodsucker team since the Alliance forces were already broken and scattered. When he saw the artifact Pan Qianlong had revealed, his fury ignited. Pan Qianlong’s face paled, but he quickly sneered with a look of madness. “Kid, don't act so righteous. Is the Blood Slaughter Sect any better than us? Don’t play the saint here. Die!” He swung his blade at Zhao Hai while the ghostly infants continued to swarm. Zhao Hai’s expression darkened. He hissed, “You’re right. I’m from the Blood Slaughter Sect, and I’m no saint. But I am not a monster. The Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone is a blood-soaked atrocity. It has been forbidden by every major Sect in the Blood Sea Realm for ages. To think you dared to craft it... you are truly seeking death.” The surrounding cultivators were horrified. They hadn't realized the artifact was the infamous Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone. No wonder it felt so repulsive. Their gazes toward Pan Qianlong turned from simple enmity to pure, murderous loathing. Even among practitioners of the Demonic Dao, the method required to create such a weapon was considered too vile to tolerate. It was a taboo item that the great Sects of the Blood Sea Realm had collectively sworn to eradicate.