Bringing the farm to another world

Chapter 16352 Vine
Fang Wuwei and his men had already entered the underground fortifications, and everyone was ready for battle. If they hadn't kept expanding the underground fortifications, there wouldn't have been enough room for 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 an underground fortification, with several disciples standing beside him. These disciples were there to help him form alliances with people from various places. Although they had entered the underground fortification, he, as the commander, still had to give orders. In fact, when they were expanding the underground fortification today, he had already arranged the positions for everyone here and assigned a commander to each position. Each commander had a communication array, which allowed him to contact the other commanders directly to see where support was needed.

Just then, an unusual rustling sound came from inside. Fang Wuwei frowned, and then asked, "What's that sound?"

One of the disciples said, "I'll have someone check it out right away."

After he finished speaking, he was about to walk out when suddenly a scream rang out. The scream was very close to them, which made Fang Wuwei pause in surprise. Then his expression changed, and he muttered, "It can't be this fast."

The reason he said that was because he was currently in the bottom layer of the underground fortifications. This area was all newly created by them, and even if the enemy wanted to attack, they couldn't possibly get here so quickly. That's why he reacted that way when he heard the screams.

Just then, a vine suddenly shot out from under the feet of the disciple who was about to go out to check the situation. The vine, like an octopus's tentacle, suddenly stretched out from the ground and wrapped itself around the disciple's body. Then, the vine twisted violently, and the disciple screamed in agony. His body then visibly shriveled up and turned into a dried-up corpse in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, several more vines stretched out and attacked the other disciples. Those disciples were shocked by the way the previous disciple had died; they hadn't been able to dodge when the vines attacked.

Just as they were about to be entangled and strangled, Fang Wuwei moved his hand, and a flying sword appeared directly at the feet of those disciples, severing the vines in one fell swoop.

To Fang Wuwei's surprise, the vines, after being severed, took root and grew back. Fang Wuwei reacted quickly; with a flick of his hand, his longsword transformed into a beam of sword light. Wherever the sword light passed, the vines were shredded to pieces, and the disciples were finally saved. However, their clothes were torn, and they had many small wounds on their bodies, as if they had been pricked with needles.

Fang Wuwei's face was extremely ugly. Although he destroyed those vines, he clearly felt that they were very tough when he was crushing them, as if they were made of metal. But those vines were clearly plants, which showed how powerful they were.

The disciples' faces turned pale, and Fang Wuwei immediately said, "Recover from your injuries, be extra careful, and contact everyone to warn them about these vines."

The disciples immediately came to their senses. They all responded and then took out their pills. Afterward, they all released their magical artifacts to protect themselves before taking out their communication arrays to contact the others and see how things were going on their end.

Fang Wuwei appointed more than thirty commanders this time, but the disciples were only able to contact a dozen or so of them. Half of the commanders could not be reached.

Fang Wuwei's face was very ugly. He immediately said, "Let's go and take a look at the reserve team."

For today's operation, Fang Wuwei had specially set aside a reserve team. This reserve team could be considered everyone's reinforcement. If anything happened, this reserve team could immediately step in. This was also Fang Wuwei's last elite force. It was for this reason that Fang Wuwei went to check on the situation at the reserve team.

Soon Fang Wuwei arrived at the location of the reserve team. When he got there, Fang Wuwei's heart sank because the situation there was bad. The ground was covered with desiccated corpses, and countless vines were constantly waving around. Although some reserve team members were still fighting against the vines, their numbers were only about half left.

Fang Wuwei immediately understood why the reserve team had ended up like this: the reserve team was essentially everyone's reinforcement; they wouldn't face the enemy immediately, thus their vigilance was at its lowest. It was precisely because of this that they fell victim to the attack, suffering so many deaths in one fell swoop. Fang Wuwei knew that saying anything now was useless; the deed was done, and all he could do was try to find a solution. 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. Now, facing the enemy, they were at a significant numerical disadvantage.

Although he was thinking about these things, his hands did not stop moving. Several magical artifacts appeared in his hands, each connected to a thread. These threads were connected to his fingers. With a slight movement of his fingers, the magical artifacts seemed to be held in someone's hand, flexibly attacking all the vines.

Although the vines were still waving around, the survivors were all experts, so the vines were quickly cleared away. However, the ground was covered with green sap, which looked disgusting.

However, Fang Wuwei and the others couldn't care less about that. They all landed on the ground with pale faces. But if you looked closely, you would see that their feet didn't actually touch the ground; they were at least a foot away from it.

Fang Wuwei looked at the dried 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 under his feet. He was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed. The next moment, he disappeared. In his original position, a black, knife-like object swung past. If he hadn't dodged quickly, it would have hit him.

Fang Wuwei floated in mid-air, his face extremely grim. The attack had not only targeted him but everyone in their reserve team. Several people had been hit, and although they had all protected themselves with magical artifacts and spells, the black, blade-like thing could ignore their defenses. Against magical artifacts, the black, blade-like thing destroyed them directly. If it was a spell attack, it was even more useless; the black, blade-like thing would directly break through the spells and strike the people.

However, the losses this time were less than when they were attacked by the vines, which is understandable. They had just destroyed those vines and dared not put their feet on the ground. Although the black knife's attack was silent, they still managed to dodge it. The black knife failed to hit them, so not many people were hit.

Fang Wuwei and the others looked at the ground, wanting to see what was attacking them. The next moment, countless enormous insects emerged from the ground. These insects were entirely black, resembling mole crickets, but not quite. They were very large, covered in black carapaces, and their two forelimbs were shaped like knives. It was clear at a glance that they were 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 moved his hand and slashed at one of them with a flying sword. With a clang, the insect's black carapace blocked the attack of his flying sword. This made Fang Wuwei's expression change. He did not expect that the insect's defense would be so strong.

But that wasn't the end of it. The next thing they saw was the insect suddenly take flight. As it flew, it slowly transformed, and in the blink of an eye, the insect turned into a flying sword, which stabbed 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. Their attacks were surprisingly strong. If this continued, they would be finished. So he immediately shouted, "Everyone, retreat!" Everyone understood Fang Wuwei's meaning. Fang Wuwei wanted to tell everyone to fly to the ground immediately. If they could escape, they should escape and not stay behind.

The cultivators immediately retreated into the passage; they had to leave. Fang Wuwei did the same, retreating into a passage as well. His disciples, who were close to Fang Wuwei, also entered the passage. Because they were close to him, they benefited from his presence and were still alive. Many demons, whose strength was inferior to theirs, were already dead.

After Fang Wuwei and the others entered the passage, they dared not approach the walls. They carefully flew in the middle of the passage, away from the walls, worried that insects might suddenly emerge from them.

However, they did not encounter any attacks as they continued their journey, but they were also very clear that they had to be careful, or they might really die.

Just as they turned a corner, they were all stunned. In front of them was a passage full of vines, and the passage was filled with dried corpses. Obviously, there had been a group of people here before, but now they were all dead, so the passage was occupied by the vines. However, Fang Wuwei and the others were not worried about the vines in the passage. Instead, they breathed a sigh of relief.