Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8482 8482: Surrender (1)

Upon noticing Xu Gang's look, the rest of them froze in surprise. Soon after, several among them grasped the reason behind Xu Gang's actions. Yet, they agreed that Zhao Hai's statements rang true. Xu Gang's choice held no fault. As loose cultivators, their existence was far harsher and more brutal. Thus, they saw no issue in what Xu Gang had carried out. Instead, they viewed it as a positive move on his part.

With that realization, they found themselves lost in thought. Moments later, the stronger ones among them clenched their jaws and bent low before Zhao Hai. "Boss, we're ready to join you!" These were the top fighters left among the independent cultivators. Their submission prompted the others to do the same without hesitation. The entire group then knelt to Zhao Hai, pledging their loyalty.

Observing the faces around him, Zhao Hai let out a hearty chuckle. "Excellent, excellent. Starting now, we're all comrades. We'll revive the Ghostwind bandits' fearsome name. Let's head out and find any fools bold enough to challenge us. We'll wipe out a handful of their bands first to help everyone learn our teamwork. After that, we'll tackle the rest."

The group shouted in agreement. Zhao Hai had ignited a fierce hunger deep within them. They yearned to slay, ravage, and plunder. They craved seizing all they desired, fueling their thrill even higher. In an instant, the air grew charged with energy, and they itched for a clash.

Seeing their eager faces, Zhao Hai laughed once more. With a flick of his wrist, the Yin Wind Ghost Flag materialized in his grasp. He swung the Yin Wind Ghost Flag and bellowed, "All right, move out!" As his words echoed, dark mist erupted from the Yin Wind Ghost Flag, enveloping the whole party. Then, it surged forward. Instantly, the dark mist churned wildly, radiating a chilling menace.

After soaring for roughly two hours, they spotted a band of cultivators approaching. Zhao Hai's crew halted at once and eyed the newcomers. Around a thousand strong, they were led by a Refinement Realm master. Yet, their appearance marked them as rogue cultivators, not sect members.

The approaching cultivators stared back at Zhao Hai's group in astonishment. The intimidating presence from Zhao Hai and his allies truly alarmed them. Clutching the Yin Wind Ghost Flag, Zhao Hai gazed at the foes and roared, "Zou Xiao has arrived—surrender now!"

Hearing Zhao Hai declare himself, the smaller band paused briefly. Joy then lit up their features. The Refinement Realm leaders glanced at Zhao Hai, then his followers. One burst into laughter and declared, "Hahaha, we've hunted everywhere for you, only for you to deliver yourself. Zou Xiao, we've sought you out, yet here you come to us. I suggest you yield the Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Or else, don't fault us for our harshness."

Zhao Hai eyed the speaker with a grin. In a low tone, he replied, "You fools truly lack wisdom. How dare you speak so boldly before me, leader of the Ghostwind bandits. Brothers, get set for battle. Our first target has shown up!" His followers boomed back in unison, their spirits soaring. This marked their debut fight as Ghostwind bandits, and they burned to witness the results.

Zhao Hai's opponents drew their magical tools as well. They fixed their eyes on Zhao Hai, who smirked coldly and brandished the Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Endless spectral warriors materialized and lunged at the enemy. Xu Gang and his comrades sensed a shielding layer envelop their forms. Their power felt amplified greatly, filling them with delight.

Zhao Hai flourished the flag and yelled, "Attack!" Echoing him, Xu Gang and the rest thundered, "Attack!" They rushed ahead. Zhao Hai didn't linger behind; he gripped the flag and charged first. Meanwhile, he kept swinging it, summoning hordes of spectral warriors that swarmed the adversaries.

The foes' faces twisted in horror at the sight. They recognized the item in Zhao Hai's hold as the Yin Wind Ghost Flag. But they never imagined he'd wield it so well. Tingles ran up their spines as they beheld the sky-filling army of phantoms.

Yet Zhao Hai was already upon them. Left with no option, they engaged. They brandished their magical tools and struck at Zhao Hai's side. Naturally, the spectral warriors met them head-on. The tools smashed into the phantoms, dispersing a few instantly. But countless more surged in, overwhelming them in seconds.

Xu Gang and his allies sensed this as their most exhilarating skirmish ever. They barely advanced before the foes vanished under the phantom tide. Even more astonishing, as the specters struck, they felt their own magical energy flowing as if they struck too. Yet they detected no harm to the phantoms, which thrilled them immensely.

It felt like donning unbreakable armor. They could land blows on enemies, but attacks bounced off them. Such a sensation was utterly new. Most shocking of all, each fallen foe seemed to boost their own might. This fired them up further. By now, the front-line enemies lay slain.

At that point, Zhao Hai swung the flag, recalling all the spectral warriors. Clarity returned to everyone's minds, and the euphoric rush faded. Still, they noticed a subtle rise in their power, sparking great joy.

Zhao Hai surveyed them with a grin. "Well done, that was thrilling. Let's pause to recover and absorb this energy." With that, he waved the flag, drawing everyone into the Blood Sea. They trailed him down to its depths, where he planted the flag in the ground. Black energy poured from it at once. Then, myriad spectral warriors emerged, forming a vast barrier around them, shielding the core. Within this ring, not a hint of the blood fog reached them. This excited Xu Gang and the others anew.

"Fine, take a break. We'll advance once we've processed the energy inside us," Zhao Hai stated firmly. The group acknowledged and dropped into meditative poses. They started refining the pure Blood Qi strand within, knowing it would greatly aid their physiques and magical abilities.

Zhao Hai settled in too, but his thoughts turned to the Yin Wind Ghost Flag's might. Truthfully, he hadn't anticipated its such potency. It didn't seem designed for a lone user, but for a whole force. Zhao Hai saw its versatility grew with numbers—not the specters, but the cultivators. During the clash, the Yin Wind Ghost Flag linked every cultivator to the phantom army. Their strength flowed into the specters, empowering them. Upon slaying foes, the flag drew in the victims' essence, channeling pure Blood Qi back to Xu Gang and the rest.

The Yin Wind Ghost Flag resembled the slaughter barrier he'd forged earlier, yet far superior. The phantom army's force was immense. This hadn't shown much during the Ghost Market raid, as the flag was still weak then, with few specters. But after that massacre of nearly 100,000, fed by their blood and souls, the flag had regained its full glory. That explained today's display.

Moreover, the flag offered another boon. It not only blocked the Blood Sea's blood fog but also hid their presence, evading enemy detection. A priceless edge. Zhao Hai now grasped why the Ghostwind bandits proved so elusive long ago. With the flag, the Blood Sea became their domain. They struck or fled at will, untouchable by any.

Still, Zhao Hai knew it had limits; if foes marked them somehow, the flag couldn't foil the trace. Like the Gu insect power once in him, it wouldn't stop that. But for masking auras, it worked perfectly.

Naturally, this didn't imply the Yin Wind Ghost Flag's offensive side was feeble. Its strikes remained formidable, especially via the ghostly winds for spectral arts. For body cultivators, it served as a brutal melee tool with tremendous force. Yet an average cultivator wielding it couldn't match the God-Slaying Spear's raw damage. But in boosting a group, the God-Slaying Spear paled against the Yin Wind Ghost Flag.

Even so, it sufficed amply. Though the Yin Wind Ghost Flag's solo strikes fell short of the God-Slaying Spear, its power stayed impressive. It offered infinite variations and could fuse the group's strength into unified blasts, amplifying the devastation. Zhao Hai was convinced the Ghostwind bandits' fabled might stemmed partly from incomplete flag mastery. If they'd fully harnessed it at peak strength, no way could the Stern Sword Sect have crushed them—unless they fielded a powerhouse like Ha Jing with the God-Slaying Spear. Otherwise, downfall was impossible, let alone the flag's severe damage.