Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World - Chapter 16354

16352. Chapter 16352 Vine

Vines Fang Wuwei and the others had already entered the underground fortifications. Everyone was ready for battle. If they hadn’t been constantly expanding the underground fortifications, they wouldn’t have been able to accommodate so many of them. Now they were certain that if the enemy dared to come down, they would make them pay the price.

Fang Wuwei stood in the hall of one of the underground fortifications, with several disciples standing beside him. These people were responsible for forming alliances with various groups. Although they had entered the underground fortifications, he, as the commander, still had to give orders. In fact, while they were expanding the underground fortifications today, he had already arranged the positions for everyone to defend, and had also assigned commanders to each position. These commanders all had communication arrays, allowing them to directly contact the other commanders and see where support was needed.

Just then, an unusual rustling sound came from beneath Fang Wuwei’s feet. Fang Wuwei frowned and asked, “What’s that sound?”

A disciple replied, “I’ll send someone to check it out right away.”

He turned to leave, but a scream suddenly rang out. The scream was very close, startling Fang Wuwei. His expression changed, and he muttered, “It can’t be this fast.”

He said this because he was currently at the bottom level of the underground fortifications, a newly created area. Even if the enemy wanted to attack, they couldn’t possibly reach this point so quickly. That’s why he reacted this way upon hearing the scream.

At that moment, a vine suddenly shot out from beneath the disciple’s feet, like an octopus tentacle, wrapping around his body. With a violent twist, the disciple screamed, and his body visibly shriveled up, instantly turning into a dried-up corpse.

At the same time, several more vines stretched out, attacking the other disciples. Those disciples were horrified by the sight of the previous victim’s death; they hadn’t been able to dodge the vines when they attacked.

Just as they were about to be strangled, Fang Wuwei moved his hand, and a flying sword appeared directly beneath the disciples’ feet, severing the vines.

However, to Fang Wuwei’s surprise, the severed vines took root and grew back. Fang Wuwei reacted swiftly; with a flick of his wrist, the sword transformed into a beam of light, pulverizing the vines wherever it passed. The disciples were finally saved, but their clothes were torn, and their bodies were covered in small wounds, as if they had been pricked with needles.

Fang Wuwei’s face was extremely grim. Although he had destroyed the vines, he had clearly felt their incredible toughness as he crushed them, as if they were made of metal. Yet, these vines were clearly plants, demonstrating their formidable strength.

The disciples’ faces turned pale. Fang Wuwei immediately said, “Recover from your injuries, be careful, contact everyone, and warn them to be wary of these vines.”

The disciples snapped out of their daze, all responding. They quickly took out their pills and activated their magical artifacts to protect themselves before using their communication arrays to contact the others and check on their situation. Fang

Wuwei had designated over thirty commanders, but the disciples could only contact a dozen or so; half of the commanders were unreachable.

Fang Wuwei’s face was extremely grim. He immediately said, “Let’s go check on the reserve team.”

For today’s operation, Fang Wuwei had specifically left behind a reserve team. This reserve team was essentially everyone’s reinforcement; if anything happened, they could immediately step in. This was Fang Wuwei’s last elite force, which was why he wanted to check on their situation.

Soon, Fang Wuwei arrived at the reserve team’s location. Upon seeing it, his heart sank. The situation there was dire; the ground was littered with desiccated corpses, and countless vines lashed out incessantly. Although some reserve soldiers were still fighting the vines, their numbers were reduced to about half.

Fang Wuwei immediately understood why the reserve team had fallen into this state: the reserve team was essentially everyone’s reinforcement; they rarely faced the enemy immediately, thus their vigilance was at its lowest. It was precisely because of this that they had been caught off guard, resulting in so many deaths.

Fang Wuwei knew that saying anything now was useless; the deed was done, and all he could do was try to solve it. However, his heart sank. He was acutely aware that this attack by the vines had dealt a heavy blow to their forces—half their men were gone. Now, facing the enemy, they were at a significant numerical disadvantage.

Despite these thoughts, his hands didn’t stop. Several magical artifacts appeared in his hands, each connected to a thread that was then attached to his fingers. With a slight movement of his fingers, the artifacts seemed to be held by a person, nimbly attacking all the vines.

Although the vines continued to lash out, the survivors were all highly skilled, so the vines were quickly cleared away. However, the ground was covered in a disgusting green sap. But Fang

Wuwei and the others couldn’t care less. They all landed on the ground, their faces ashen. However, if you looked closely, you would see that their feet didn’t actually touch the ground; they were at least a foot off the ground.

Fang Wuwei looked at the desiccated corpses on the ground and couldn’t help but sigh. But at that moment, he suddenly felt a gust of evil wind attacking him from beneath his feet. He was startled, then his expression changed, and in the next instant, he vanished. In his place, a black, knife-like object swung past. If he hadn’t dodged quickly, it would have struck him.

Fang Wuwei floated in mid-air, his face extremely grim. This attack wasn’t just aimed at him, but at everyone in their reserve team. Several people had been hit. Although they had all protected themselves with magical artifacts and spells, the black, knife-like object could ignore their defenses. Against magical artifacts, the black, knife-like object directly destroyed them. If it was a spell attack, it was even more useless; the black, knife-like object would directly break through the spells and strike the person.

However, the losses this time were less than when they were attacked by the vines, which is understandable. They had just destroyed the vines and dared not even touch the ground. Although the black blade’s attack was silent, they still managed to dodge it, and the black blade failed to hit them, so not many people were injured.

Fang Wuwei and the others looked at the ground, wanting to see what had attacked them. The next moment, countless enormous insects crawled out of the ground. These insects were entirely black, looking like mole crickets, but not quite, because they were very large, covered with black carapaces, and their two forelimbs were like knives.

They were clearly not to be trifled with. These insects crawled out of the ground, leaving holes where they emerged, and then rushed towards Fang Wuwei and the others.

When Fang Wuwei faced these insects, he swiftly moved his hand, and a flying sword struck one of them directly. A clang was heard as the insect’s black carapace blocked the attack, causing Fang Wuwei’s expression to change. He hadn’t expected the insect’s defense to be so strong.

But this wasn’t the end. The insect suddenly took flight, slowly transforming as it flew. In the blink of an eye, the insect transformed into a flying sword, thrusting straight at Fang Wuwei.

Fang Wuwei never expected that the insect could transform, but he didn’t have time to think about it. He had to deal with the flying swords that the insect had transformed into first. At this moment, more and more insects emerged from the ground and rushed towards Fang Wuwei and the others. These newly emerged insects immediately transformed into flying swords and attacked them directly. Their attacks were surprisingly strong. If this continued, they would be finished. So he immediately shouted, “Everyone, retreat!” Everyone understood Fang Wuwei’s meaning. He wanted to tell everyone to fly to the ground immediately. If they could escape, they should escape and not stay behind.

The cultivators also immediately retreated into the passage. They had to leave. Fang Wuwei did the same. He also retreated into a passage. The disciples who had followed him also entered the passage. Because they were close to Fang Wuwei, they were still alive, while many demons who were weaker than them were already dead.

After entering the passage, Fang Wuwei and his group dared not approach the walls. They cautiously flew to the center of the passage, away from the walls, fearing that insects might suddenly emerge from them.

They proceeded without encountering any further attacks, but they were acutely aware that they had to be careful, or they might truly die. Just as

they rounded a bend, they all froze. Before them lay a passage filled with vines, and within that passage lay a mass of desiccated corpses. Clearly, a group of people had been there before, but they were all dead, and the passage was now blocked by the vines. However, Fang Wuwei and his group were not worried about the vines in the passage; instead, they breathed a sigh of relief.