A Farmer's Journey To Immortality-Chapter 442: Yaksha Lord Attacks

All three Lords stood frozen in place.

Their faces darkened, jaws clenched.

"That… was everything we had," Hayaat Blackblood muttered.

"We used all of our resources, all of our reserves," Yasen Yaksha said, eyes wide with frustration. "That was a half-step 4th Order strike! How can this be possible?!"

The third Core Formation Lord from the demonic faction, Nael Netherfrost, said nothing, staring at the pristine doors with a grim expression.

Their breathing grew heavy as silence returned to the hallway. The once-bright Array Eyes began to dim, and the fading image of the spectral halberd dispersed into the air like mist.

All that effort. All that power. All in vain. And the treasury hall remained untouched.

The first lord was Hayaat Blackblood, the sect master of the Black Blood Demon Sect. He was a man who appeared to be in his early thirties—young, tall, and broad-shouldered.

His long black hair was tied back, and he had a calm yet dangerous presence about him. But his eyes... His eyes told a different story. They looked old, filled with countless years of experience, betrayals, and bloodshed.

This was the man known as the Demon Strategist, and he was also the father of Haitin—the man who sent Aksai inside the Holy Land Torel.

Beside Hayaat Blackblood stood Yasen Yaksha, the infamous Yaksha Lord, and sect master of the Mroot Yaksha Sect. He was a terrifying sight to behold.

His frame was thin—so thin that his bones could be seen under his pale skin. His cheeks were sunken, and his eyes seemed to be buried deep inside his skull.

He had no hair on his head, and the veins under his skin pulsed faintly with dark death-like Spirit essence. Despite looking like a corpse, he moved with unnatural agility and strength.

A deathly aura surrounded him, making those around feel like they were standing beside a grave.

Lastly, the third man was Nael Netherfrost, better known as the Frostbound Lord, the leader of the Frostbound Sect. He looked the most composed of the three.

From afar, one might mistake him for a graceful noble in his late forties—handsome, calm, and confident. He wore robes of icy blue, and a cold mist always surrounded him.

He didn't speak much, but his piercing gaze said everything. There was pride in his eyes and a deep unwillingness to accept defeat.

In the outside world, Nael was also known as the father of Nuya Netherfrost.

Back then, the Frostbound Lord hadn't known he even had a daughter. He had been trapped inside the Holy Land Torel since before her birth. Still, he longed to meet his wife, who had gone missing after delivering Nuya to the Purple River Sect.

After the three demonic sects began sending fresh batches of cultivators into the Holy Land Torel, the three Core Formation Lords began learning more about the outside world. They were soon made aware of the delicate situation beyond the borders of this isolated realm.

And so, the Frostbound Lord eventually learned that he had a daughter named Nuya Netherfrost—and that his wife had vanished all those years ago. He cursed his sect for not accepting Nuya as his heir, though deep down, he understood the reason. Without his presence, nothing in the sect could truly change.

He also didn't blame the retainers he had left behind to manage the sect. They had done what they needed to in order to keep the sect stable in his absence. Unless Nuya became a Core Formation Lord herself—or unless he escaped this damned place—things would remain the same.

Because of that, Nael Netherfrost was even more desperate to leave the Holy Land Torel than the other two, though he never showed it on his face.

***

The three Lords stood shoulder to shoulder, their reputations unshakable in the Dadangar Subcontinent.

And yet they had failed to go out. It was a blow not just to their strength but to their pride as well.

Hayaat took a deep breath and looked at the doors with narrowed eyes. "This place… was never meant to be broken into just by the three of us. We… we should have contacted the remaining five Lords from the righteous faction."

Yasen Yaksha said in suppressed anger. "Are… are you saying that we got too greedy?"

Nael Netherfrost stayed silent. His icy aura thickened slightly, but his face remained calm.

No one said it out loud, but all three of them were thinking the same thing: They were trapped. And brute strength alone… would not open the path forward.

It meant that they could not return to the Dadangar Subcontinent. At least not using the regular means.

Yaksha Lord stood still for a long moment, his hollow eyes quietly observing the two men beside him.

He didn't say a word. Just watched.

Then, slowly, he let out a long, deep breath and spoke in his hoarse voice.

"…Let's try again."

Both the Blackblood Lord and Frostbound Lord turned their heads toward him.

"This time, we'll use something else– a desperate measure," Yaksha Lord said, his sunken face unmoving. "I'll guide the Array. But we will use Life Essence as fuel."

A sudden silence filled the space.

"You're insane," Blackblood Lord growled, his sharp brows furrowed.

"Using Life Essence… that's not something we can easily recover from," Frostbound Lord said.

Yaksha Lord smiled. It was slow, eerie, and far too calm for the situation.

"We've been stuck here for years. You know we can't leave. If we fail again, what's the point of holding back?"

The two men remained quiet. They didn't want to agree—but they also didn't have a better idea.

Seeing no argument, Yaksha Lord took out two scrolls and handed them over.

"This 2nd Order Spirit spell will help you connect your Life Essence to the Array. Simple, but useful."

The scrolls looked plain and fragile, but as soon as the two Lords touched them, they could feel the deep, twisted Spirit energy inside.

A moment later, the three Core Formation Lords stood once again in their positions—each at an Array Eye.

This time, the spectral halberd was brighter, fiercer, and more deadly than ever before. It shimmered with a sharp blue glow, and the air around it felt heavy and unstable.

As they activated the formation, bloodlines trembled.

The Array buzzed, screaming as it drew power from their Life Essence. Even the ground cracked beneath their feet as the halberd pointed once more at the sealed treasury doors.

BOOM!

A loud explosion rang out as the spectral weapon crashed into the door again, harder than ever. The whole dimension trembled. The air rippled, and a cloud of Spirit pressure swept through the area.

But the door still didn't budge.

***

The Blackblood Lord's face darkened. "It's no use—"

"I agree," Frostbound Lord said coldly. "We're wasting—"

Then it happened.

In the blink of an eye, Yaksha Lord moved.

He dashed toward Blackblood Lord like a vengeful spirit. His skeletal hand gripped a long, black dagger that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Yaksha!? You… wh— ugh… why?" Blackblood Lord shouted, stunned, but it was too late.

SQUELCH!

The dagger pierced through Blackblood Lord's chest, right under his ribs. Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Yaksha Lord twisted the blade before tearing it sideways. Then, with his other hand, he slammed into Blackblood Lord's torso with brutal precision.

CRACK!

Ribs shattered, and in one swift motion, Yaksha Lord tore out Hayaat's beating heart—its surface still pulsing with Spirit essence.

"W-Why…" Hayaat muttered, collapsing to his knees, blood pooling under him.

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The Frostbound Lord's eyes widened. His body tensed, preparing to strike. But—

The Array Formation cracked.

Yaksha had moved from his position. One Array Eye was now empty.

The spectral halberd shuddered, then exploded into particles of light. The formation collapsed like a house of cards.

The sudden drop in power left the air eerily silent.

Yaksha Lord didn't move toward the Frostbound Lord. He just stood there, holding the still-beating heart, his expression blank… almost satisfied.

Frostbound Lord narrowed his eyes, keeping his distance, his Spirit spells ready. He didn't ask loudly. But his gaze demanded answers from the Yaksha Lord.

Yaksha Lord stood drenched in blood, Hayaat's still-beating heart in his bony hand. The hall had turned completely silent except for the faint, wet sound of blood dripping onto the stone floor and painful sounds released by the Blackblood Lord.

The Blackblood Lord was still alive despite facing such a severe injury. It was because of his bloodline. Even though it had not been refined, it still gave him unimaginable perks. However, under his current situation, it only added to his misery.

The Frostbound Lord, Nael Netherfrost, kept his eyes on Yaksha Lord, expression cold but sharp. His aura flared slightly, ready for anything.

Yaksha Lord looked up slowly.

"My friends…" he began, his voice low and grim, "please forgive me."

He took a deep breath, as if gathering the weight of his own words.

"But I see no other way."

***

What these three Core Formation Lords didn't know was that there was someone who was keeping an eye on their moves using the Holy Land Torel's mechanism.

The Spirit farmer was even more excited and jubilant when he saw that Yaksha Lord had basically killed the Blackblood Lord.

It seemed that he didn't have to get his own hands dirty.