Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8484: Island Lord (1)

A tremendous explosion echoed as the protective formation around the Dark Ghost Sect's island failed to fully activate. Instead, it was cleaved apart by the blade. Simultaneously, a massive scar from the blade etched itself across the island, stretching roughly ten miles in length and one mile across. Thick black smoke enveloped the entire gash, releasing surges of eerie ghostly Qi.

Having shattered the island's defenses, Zhao Hai lifted his flag high and bellowed, “Ghostwind bandits, charge!” With a swift motion of the flag, innumerable ghostly soldiers materialized. Some of them shielded the Ghostwind bandits at the center, while the others surged directly toward the island.

Right then, a furious roar erupted. “You bandits, how dare you invade my Ghost Island and stir up chaos. Are you begging for death?” The words had barely faded when a shadowy figure materialized overhead. The ghostly silhouette swung its arm, unleashing a colossal ghostly claw that barreled straight toward Zhao Hai.

“The Ghostwind bandits vow to dominate the world, and your Dark Ghost Sect stands as our initial prey.” Zhao Hai burst into laughter. He then flourished the flag once more, enveloping them in swirling black clouds. From within those clouds emerged a colossal python, exceeding a hundred feet in length, lunging fiercely at the ghostly claw.

A resounding crash followed as the enormous python slammed into the ghostly claw. The claw detonated in a burst, dissolving into pervasive black mist that dispersed across the heavens. At that instant, the Ghost Island's master deployed his magical artifact—a set of one hundred black banners. He brandished the banner, and hordes of vengeful spirits erupted from it. These spirits sported wild, tangled hair and claw-like fingers. It was clear at a glance that they possessed formidable power. Accompanied by waves of haunting wails, they unsettled the minds of foes, filling them with dread and hindering their full combat potential.

Zhao Hai paid no heed to such tactics. He gazed at the spirits and declared gravely, “Today, I shall test this out. Let us see whether the malevolent spirits of the Dark Ghost Sect surpass our ghost soldiers in might.” With those words, he swung the ghost flag, sending countless ghost soldiers to clash against the vengeful spirits.

A thunderous impact rang out as the ghostly soldiers met the vengeful spirits head-on. In a flash, numerous ghostly soldiers shattered into fragments. Yet those trailing behind pressed onward relentlessly, engaging the vengeful spirits in fierce combat. Many of the spirits vanished in mere moments. The skies transformed into a chaotic arena of battle for both forces.

Zhao Hai eyed the Ghost Island and let out a cold snort. “Do you truly believe the divine armament stays unused just because I wield the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag? Witness my true strength today. Shen Ji, Yin Wind Formation!” As Zhao Hai's command echoed, the heavens shifted dramatically. The already shadowy sky deepened to an inky blackness. Chilling gusts then swept through, their black hues carrying a corrosive force that seemed to erode souls and bones alike. The winds howled across the island unchecked.

Any structures touched by this frigid gale aged instantly, crumbling into decay as if ravaged by decades of erosion, on the verge of collapse. The vengeful spirits summoned by the Ghost Island's master emitted piercing shrieks upon contact with the wind, as though gravely wounded. In contrast, the ghost soldiers remained utterly unaffected, appearing invigorated instead—like they had gained a vital boost. They howled triumphantly at the sky, their assaults growing even more savage.

The Ghost Island's master paled slightly at the sight. He then sneered, “You think this can halt my assault? Ridiculous! Today, you'll learn that the gap between Refined Qi Realm and Consolidated Qi Realm, though just one level, creates a chasm in battle prowess vast as heaven and earth! Thousand Ghosts Divine Hammer!” At his shout, the vengeful spirits wailed and ascended. They converged gradually into a massive spectral orb. This orb compressed swiftly into a squat melon hammer, topped with a snarling ghost face of terrifying ferocity. The hammer's surface writhed with ghostly visage engravings, lending it an even stranger, more ominous appearance.

Next, the ghost-faced hammer plummeted from above toward Zhao Hai. Even before contact, its overwhelming pressure bore down relentlessly. Zhao Hai sensed as if the gates of hell descended upon him. An icy chill assaulted them, freezing his very form.

Though startled, Zhao Hai remained composed. He snorted disdainfully and intoned deeply, “Fine, behold my counter. Divine Armament, Rolling Stones Like Thunder!” He swept the flag, drawing endless black Qi that coalesced into a gigantic dark sphere overhead. The sphere then hurtled directly at the ghost-faced hammer.

BOOM! A deafening roar erupted as the dark sphere collided with the ghost-faced melon hammer. The impact reverberated like thunder. Both the sphere and the hammer then vanished. The Ghost Island master's countenance twisted in shock. That ghost-faced melon hammer, forged from his Dharma power and fierce ghosts, rivaled an ordinary celestial artifact in potency. He never imagined Zhao Hai could repel it using merely the Cold Wind Ghost Flag. This revelation stunned him deeply. Fury soon replaced the surprise, as this failure felt like a direct affront.

A savage glint flashed in the Ghost Island master's eyes. He hurled the black banner skyward and unleashed a barrage of spells. He bellowed, “Nine Nethers Ghost Domain, heed my call and manifest in this realm. Perish!” As his voice resounded, the banner expanded enormously. In moments, it eclipsed the entire sky over the Ghost Island. It descended slowly, unleashing torrents of bone-chilling energy from its folds. Meanwhile, Zhao Hai perceived the landscape shifting. The Ghost Island's features faded away entirely. They now stood in a new domain: skies of crimson gloom, earth stained bloody red, teeming with wandering ghosts, skeletons, and zombies.

Yet in that instant, a contingent of ghost soldiers emerged. Leading them were two imposing ghost generals—one with an ox head, the other a horse head. Both towered massively, brimming with power. The ox-headed one gripped an iron fork, while the horse-headed wielded a hefty iron spear. Trailing them was a phalanx of ghost soldiers clad in iron armor, armed with iron spears. All the ambient ghosts scattered at their approach, cowering in evident fear.

Once the two generals and their troops arrived, they advanced straight to Zhao Hai. The ox-headed leader fixed his gaze on Zhao Hai and thundered, “How dare a mere human command ghost soldiers with your fleshly form? This defies the heavenly laws and marks you as a grave offender. Submit at once!” As he spoke, an intangible pressure descended, enveloping Zhao Hai and the Ghostwind bandits. The ghost soldiers near Zhao Hai displayed raw terror, as if confronting their mortal foes.

Zhao Hai showed no trace of fear. He regarded them icily and replied, “This is the Blood Sea Realm, where no heavenly court exists, thus no heavenly laws bind. Ghost Lair Island Master, I expected some clever ploy from you. But this? Utterly feeble. You've fallen far short—truly underwhelming.” With that, Zhao Hai flicked his wrist, unfurling the flag fully. He proclaimed deeply, “Even if it were the true heavenly court, what of it? Witness my flames scorching the heavens!” At Zhao Hai's order, he thrust the flag upward. Innumerable flames erupted skyward. These were essence of utmost yang. Recall that the Yin Wind Ghost Flag in Zhao Hai's grasp embodied utmost yin. Yet he channeled this yin artifact to unleash a yang assault—an astonishing feat.

Upon touching the ambient Yin Qi, the flames ignited like fire meeting fuel, blazing with renewed vigor and spreading rapidly. In seconds, the space encircling Zhao Hai blazed entirely. Countless ghosts incinerated to ash on contact.

But then, the ox-headed general snorted coldly. “Stubborn fool, still resisting? Die!” He brandished his pitchfork and lunged, propelling a massive surge of frigid Yin Qi toward Zhao Hai. As the chill clashed with the flames, the fire danced wildly, burning fiercer still. It repelled the Yin Qi entirely, hastening its dissipation. The chill permeating the realm vanished completely.

The ox-headed one stared in disbelief, then raged, “Such insolence in the Nine Serenities Underworld! You cannot be allowed to live! Brother, let's subdue this rogue together!” The horse-headed nodded assent, then raised his spear alongside the ox-headed, thrusting at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai snorted at the sight. He declared, “It appears I must employ true prowess to shatter your Nine Nethers Ghost Domain. Very well, bring it. Shen Ji, Cloud Piercing Arrow!” With Zhao Hai's command, he flourished the flag. Myriad ghost soldiers ascended and merged mid-air into a colossal arrow, spanning about thirty meters. Zhao Hai directed the flag ahead, and the arrow streaked forth like a guided missile, vanishing in a blink.

The arrow dissolved into the void. Initially, nothing seemed amiss, but soon the entire space quaked. The vibrations intensified steadily until the realm fractured apart. The ox-headed and horse-headed generals, along with their ghost soldiers and vengeful spirits, all faded away. The environment reverted, placing Zhao Hai and his allies back on the Ghost Island. There, the black banner had shrunk and returned to the island master's grasp. Yet his face bore a grim scowl. A closer look revealed a fresh puncture in the banner. Though small, wisps of black gas leaked from it, signaling damage to the artifact.