Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8418: Killing the enemy (1)

Yet, prior to Mo Daoming managing any setup, Du Wansha's follow-up assault struck without delay. Once more, he brandished the long blade gripped in his grasp, unleashing a streak of blade light that hurtled toward the barrier. A thunderous explosion echoed, causing the shield to quiver with greater intensity, while additional talismans within the island's array fractured apart.

Spotting this turn of events, Mo Daoming urgently called out, "Quick, has the One Heart formation been activated yet?" His voice carried deep worry. Should the island's defensive array fall, they'd face Du Wansha's onslaught head-on. From the looks of it, the Blood Slaughter Sect had no intention of showing mercy. Du Wansha's strikes would come relentlessly, and they might not endure against such ferocity.

Right after Mo Daoming spoke, a voice nearby responded, "We've activated it already, but the foes' assaults are overwhelmingly powerful. We can't fend them off." Upon hearing this, Mo Daoming's face twisted in shock. He hadn't anticipated the enemies' onslaught to pack such devastating force.

Right then, Du Wansha unleashed his third strike, trailed by the fourth and fifth in quick succession. As Du Wansha delivered the fifth swing of his God-Slaying Blade, a massive crack resounded, and the protective formation over Flowing Light Island crumbled entirely. Every formation talisman across the island detonated, leaving the whole defensive setup in ruins.

Seeing the island's protective array shatter, Du Wansha exhaled deeply in relief. Wielding the God-Slaying Blade drained him immensely. With his present power level, he could manage no more than ten swings before needing extended recovery. Failure to breach the array in those ten blows would doom their efforts, halting the entire scheme.

This relentless five-swing barrage stemmed from Du Wansha's fear of failing against Mo Daoming's defenses. He pressed on without pause, amplifying the energy drain to match the might of eight full strikes. Now, his inner reserves lingered at just a fifth of peak capacity. Still, fear didn't grip him. Armed with the God-Slaying Blade, he could utterly vanquish Mo Daoming. Moreover, he could pause between swings to regain strength. He trusted recovery wouldn't take long.

But such thoughts had to wait. Witnessing the foes' formation collapse, he bellowed, "Break through! Charge in! Seize Flowing Light Island!" Excitement surged through the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples. They roared back, "Kill!" With that battle cry, the Blood Slaughter Sect cultivators stormed straight onto Flowing Light Island. Leading the vanguard were the Island Lord-level powerhouses. Du Wansha himself plunged ahead too, knowing full well that typical Island Lord experts couldn't handle Mo Daoming.

The instant Mo Daoming realized the island's protective array had failed, a heavy blow seemed to strike his skull. A resounding thud filled his mind, blackness swallowed his sight, and stars danced before him. Moments later, clarity returned. Then he beheld the Blood Slaughter Sect cultivators surging toward them. Rage ignited his gaze, turning it crimson, and he bellowed, "Kill! Warriors of the 13 Family Alliance, slay them all! Today, we battle to our last breath! If we yield, we're doomed! The 13 Family Alliance ends here! Destroy them!" His shout led the charge as he dashed forward, yet Du Wansha zeroed in on him right away.

By now, Du Wansha had stowed his God-Slaying Blade. Though mighty, it sapped energy too fiercely. He preferred his personal battle blade for the moment. With a swing, he intercepted Mo Daoming's advance. A wicked grin crept across his features as he taunted, "Old Mo, you're facing me. No escaping now."

Mo Daoming's eyes burned with fury, fixed on Du Wansha in wild desperation. "Du Wansha, I'll battle you until one of us falls!" he snarled. Then, thrusting his long sword forward, he aimed straight at Du Wansha. The thrust darkened the heavens abruptly, summoning a barrage of meteors that plummeted from above, crashing down on Du Wansha.

Du Wansha stood firm, unmoved, and sneered at Mo Daoming. "Old Mo, after all these years, you've made zero progress. Same old moves." With that, he lifted his long blade, conjuring a Blood River at his side. A slash sent the river surging like a torrent. In the same instant, Du Wansha's form vanished from sight.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Explosions erupted in a chain as the meteors clashed violently. Yet doubt clouded Mo Daoming's eyes. The collision's spectacle was immense, but he sensed Du Wansha held back. Or perhaps exhaustion weakened him. Though Du Wansha parried the assault, he resorted to the "release" formula rather than his prior method against Mo Daoming's sword strike. Thus, the display dazzled, but its true power fell short.

Mo Daoming, sharp as ever, quickly grasped the reason for Du Wansha's approach. Laughter burst from him uncontrollably. "Du Wansha, who knew you'd grown so frail? Hahaha, feeling the drain from the God-Slaying Blade? No need to fret—I'll deny you any breather. Die now, hahahaha!" His words flew as he shifted his long sword. Instantly, shadows blanketed the sky once more, unleashing a meteor shower that rained down relentlessly.

"Hmph, even drained of much of my magic power, what threat are you? Mo Daoming, haven't you figured it out? Restraining you alone suffices. No one else on Flowing Light Island rivals our Blood Slaughter Sect. We'll crush them at leisure. Once they're gone, you're isolated. What hope remains then?" Du Wansha's voice echoed through the air, accompanied by a colossal mountain rising between heaven and earth. Towering to the clouds, it brimmed with stacked corpses and flowing blood.

The meteors hammered the mountain without mercy, yet it stood immovable, unshakable by any force. The impacts thundered, rattling souls to the core. At last, the rank-and-file disciples witnessed the true terror of clashes between such titans.

Suddenly, a crimson blade gleam flashed into existence and faded just as quick. In the next breath, the gloom and the mountain vanished. Du Wansha stood revealed, face ashen with strain. His grip held a long blade—not his usual one, but the God-Slaying Blade.

In Du Wansha's other hand dangled a severed head—Mo Daoming's. Shock lingered on the dead man's features. The Blood Slaughter Sect cultivators erupted in wild joy at the sight, while the 13 Family Alliance fighters paled in despair.

Du Wansha turned his gaze to the 13 Family Alliance members and hoisted Mo Daoming's head high. "13 Family Alliance, hear me! Surrender and live. Resist, and face no mercy from us. Charge!" The Blood Slaughter Sect warriors howled as one, lunging at the 13 Family Alliance.

Meanwhile, the 13 Family Alliance's spirits plummeted to rock bottom. Some spun to flee, others braced for fight, and a few discarded weapons, dropping to their knees mid-air in submission. Flowing Light Island's defenses crumbled utterly.

Du Wansha breathed out a heavy sigh of ease. One of the Blood Slaughter Sect's Island Lords approached and queried, "Great Elder, Flowing Light Island seems stripped of fight. Shall we truly spare the surrendering 13 Family members?" Evidently, many in the Blood Slaughter Sect hungered to wipe out the entire 13 Family Alliance.

Du Wansha shook his head. "Indeed. Our Blood Slaughter Sect requires their blood to rebuild our forces. We've endured heavy tolls lately. If those Island Lords yield, escort them properly—no rudeness. Now, I need rest. Leave me undisturbed for days. Also, monitor Lone Mountain City's developments closely. Report any updates at once."

The subordinate acknowledged. Du Wansha then departed Flowing Light Island. A flash of white light enveloped him, and he was gone. This battle had exhausted Du Wansha beyond measure. His energy reserves were depleted. During the duel with Mo Daoming, his magic power neared exhaustion, forcing him to feign weakness. The second Mo Daoming relaxed, Du Wansha channeled his final reserves into the God-Slaying Blade, slaying him outright.

In truth, it was a gamble. A missed killing blow would have spelled doom for him. But confidence drove the strike—he knew he could land it. Mo Daoming wielded immense strength, yet Du Wansha surpassed him. Thus, Du Wansha excelled at exploiting openings, claiming victory with that decisive cut and ending Mo Daoming's life.

That final slash, however, pushed Du Wansha to his limits. His body's dharma power was nearly spent, stripping him of further combat ability. That's why he fled Flowing Light Island—to seek a secure spot for recovery. Restoring to full strength would demand several days, and he craved no interruptions.

Still, Lone Mountain Island weighed on his mind. He understood clearly: no matter their triumphs here, failure at Lone Mountain Island would unravel the scheme. They'd resort to a direct assault then, a grueling ordeal with extended timelines and steeper losses. Thus, he yearned for word of Lone Mountain Island's total downfall.