Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8520: Division of forces (1)

Zhao Hai gave a pat to the Xenomorph beneath him. The creature he rode issued a prolonged neigh before advancing to lead the group. With his black sword aimed skyward and lifted aloft, Zhao Hai directed it forward. Roughly a hundred miles ahead lay an island belonging to the sword origin sect. Darkness had already fallen across the sky, rendering the island's inhabitants oblivious to their approach. Yet, all in the team could clearly see Zhao Hai. A glow emanated from the black sword at his side. Then, with a sweep of the blade, he aimed its point squarely at the island and bellowed, “Attack!” Obeying his order, the Xenomorph he mounted surged ahead. Simultaneously, the rest of the Xenomorphs trailed after him, hurtling toward the island. Excitement lit up their faces as they gripped their spears tightly. The outer bronze man clutched the flag and stayed close behind Zhao Hai.

As the Xenomorphs galloped through the air itself, they produced scant sound. The calls of the Xenomorphs remained subdued, failing to alert anyone on the island initially. Only when they closed to within ten miles did the island's defenders spot them, triggering an ear-piercing alarm without delay.

In response to the alarm's wail, chaos erupted across the island. The protective barrier then flared to life. By that instant, Zhao Hai and his forces had arrived at the island's perimeter. Abruptly, Zhao Hai swung his black sword, unleashing a streak of dark sword energy from its edge that struck the island's shield.

The island's barrier resembled fragile fabric. The sword energy tore a massive gash through it. Zhao Hai and his company poured through the breach onto the island. Once inside, they pressed onward relentlessly. Zhao Hai spearheaded the entire assault force.

All of a sudden, a shout rang out. “Which rascal is this? How bold to assault the sword origin sect? Seeking your doom?” Accompanying the voice, a blade of sword light slashed at Zhao Hai. This light shone entirely blue, solid and tangible, resembling a crystalline blue edge as it hurtled toward him.

Zhao Hai glanced at the incoming sword light and chuckled. “A minor sect I've scarcely heard of, yet you act so recklessly!” With those words, he swung the black sword he wielded, sending forth a black sword light. This beam bore a chilling ghostly Qi, accompanied by eerie cries of specters that rattled the soul!

A thunderous clash echoed as the two sword lights met. The blue one shattered instantly under the black sword light's force, while the dark beam pressed on undiminished. In moments, it cleaved a vast swath before Zhao Hai in two. Humans and structures alike fell bisected by the stroke of Zhao Hai's sword.

Right then, the hum of a sword pierced the air. A silhouette descended from above, sword light aimed at Zhao Hai. The blade's edge gleamed with lethal sharpness, signaling that its wielder was no novice—a true master, at least on par with an Island Lord. Nothing less could produce such a keen sword light.

Spotting the sword light, Zhao Hai let out a cold huff. The Xenomorph under him halted abruptly. Concurrently, he lifted his black sword to intercept the assault. A black sword light slashed directly at the oncoming beam.

A resounding clang! rang out as the sword lights impacted. Zhao Hai's arm stayed steady, but the attacker's frame shook violently, propelling him backward toward the heavens. Yet in that split second, a dark silhouette, akin to a shadowy serpent, lashed out at the man. He caught sight of the encroaching shadow too. Alarm crossed his face. Though he struggled to steady himself, he swung his longsword in a bid to fend off the darkness.

Still, turmoil churned his qi and blood, disrupting his Dharma power. Moreover, a sliver of Zhao Hai's Dharma power lingered within him. Much of his energy diverted to tame the chaos, weakening the might behind his blade. He recognized the snake-like form as the tail of Zhao Hai's demonic beast, which eased his mind somewhat. As an Island Lord tier powerhouse, he figured even a partial block would suffice against a beast's strike—no real threat, he thought.

But just then, a metallic clink sounded. A tremendous impact surged through his sword, hurling it from his grasp. Agony bloomed in his chest next. Control slipped from his body; he twirled wildly mid-air before darkness claimed him.

Unbeknownst to him, the chest pain stemmed from the Xenomorph's tail impaling him. Barbs studded the appendage, and its thrash upon entry sent him spinning. His form dangled from the tail, though vision failed him in his final moments.

This man served as the island master. His demise left none capable of hindering Zhao Hai's advance. Xenomorphs boasted not just speed but immense strength too. Nearly every structure on the island crumbled under their onslaught. They slew all in sight, allowing no survivors. Even those attempting flight off the island found it impossible.

Accompanying Zhao Hai was a bronze man forged from array formations. Controlled by the blood lotus—and Zhao Hai himself—this construct enabled swift deployment of a barrier array upon landing. It neutralized every formation on the island, trapping all within.

Under four hours, every cultivator on the island perished. Zhao Hai skipped orders to tidy up. He summoned Chang Jun and companions to join him, along with the Island Lord tier experts from the dead spirit clan. Surveying them, Zhao Hai declared, “The sword origin sect controls 57 islands total, one now ours. Time to divide the spoils. I'll head a unit to strike their main island personally. For the rest, coordinate attacks via this island's teleportation array if desired. We'll dismantle the sword origin sect by night's end.”

A resounding “Yes!” came from all. Zhao Hai then assigned personnel. Numbers were limited, forming over 50 squads—none overly large. He delegated all to others, taking only bronze men to target the sword origin sect's core isle. The sinister Wind Ghost flag housed legions of ghost soldiers, ample for his needs. This assault, Zhao Hai committed fully, unleashing droves from the dead spirit race and aberrations alike. Undead and Xenomorphs would assail the sects in tandem.

Manpower distribution complete, all rushed to the teleportation arrays. Zhao Hai led the way. He aimed for the sword origin sect's primary island. Its fall would render the sect leaderless, ripe for unhindered strikes elsewhere. Thus, he struck first.

Stepping into the teleportation array, a flash of white light enveloped Zhao Hai and the bronze man, vanishing them from the formation. Instantly, they materialized in another. Upon arrival, the bronze man triggered a barrier formation, disabling the island's other arrays.

At once, Sword origin sect disciples minding the array sensed trouble. The fierce auras from Zhao Hai and his bronze companion marked them as intruders. The guarding disciple yelled, “Alert! Alert! Foes incoming!” His cry set off a piercing alarm across the sword origin sect's main island.

The din threw the whole island into pandemonium. The bronze man flourished the ghost flag, summoning myriads of ghost soldiers shrouded in black Qi, clad in heavy ebony armor. Wielding diverse arms, they howled while charging the island. Zhao Hai and the bronze man surged forward as well.

Suddenly, eight silhouettes soared from the island, lunging straight at Zhao Hai. One bellowed, “Vermin, daring to stir chaos in the sword origin sect? Courting death. Face my blade!” His thrust rang with crashing waves. The rest joined the fray similarly.

Zhao Hai responded with a disdainful snort. He brandished his black flexible sword and cried, “Divine armament, Pear Blossom in the storm!” Instantly, myriad white specks erupted from his blade, hurtling toward the attackers! Now an Island Lord level master, Zhao Hai's Pear Blossom in the storm wielded far greater might than formerly. The foes never anticipated such a technique, which disrupted their entire sword barrage.

Yet these were Island Lord level powerhouses, their leader surpassing typical ones. He swept his longsword, conjuring a river that intercepted every white gleam Zhao Hai unleashed.

Unfazed, Zhao Hai grinned. “Well done, you've got skill. But that's your limit. Behold this: Three Thousand Weak Waters!” A droplet of black water manifested on his black sword. It swelled rapidly into a colossal river, barreling toward the group.

The sword origin sect's head snorted at Zhao Hai's technique. He countered, “Blue ocean sword, endless ocean of fire!” A vast sea materialized around him, shielding the cluster. They misjudged the assault's potency, however. Though a sword art, Three Thousand Weak Waters packed immense force. Unlike normal water, weak water was dark and dense, far weightier. Thus, despite appearances of a fluid, serene style, Zhao Hai's technique struck with crushing heft, eclipsing standard blades.