I Am Your Natural Enemy

Some had their hands stained, some had their mouths stained, and some were drenched head to toe in blood.

The crimson blood was as conspicuous in the entirely gray world as a beacon in the night.

Now Wen Yan understood why the lost souls never mistook their target.

Even if separated by a great distance, they could see and feel it clearly.

At this moment, in the Southeast, a pillar of blood-red light stood between heaven and earth, resembling a cascading waterfall of blood touching the sky, its mere glow illuminating the sky there and dyeing it red.

All the lost souls turned simultaneously, the long river surged, circled once, and rushed toward that direction with great speed.

It had to be where the culprit was located, and as the number of lost souls exceeded a million, refined by thunder, undergoing qualitative change, the greatest mark of hatred could no longer be hidden.

Wen Yan gazed at the distant blood-red horizon, carried by the river, swiftly approaching that place in midair.

Now he understood why the boss was not worried at all, knowing that once these lost souls gathered to a certain degree, they would surely seek him out.

Even Wen Yan could not stop these lost souls in such circumstances.

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In the underground intersection in Nanyang’s central region, the boss had already completed the construction of the altar, but the five surrounding columns had all collapsed.

He remained calm, doing his tasks.

Once completed, he flipped his hand, revealing a quaint bronze scroll in his palm.

As he opened the scroll, black smoke rose from the ground not far in front of him, and within the swirling smoke, a goat-headed monster emerged.

"As agreed, I helped you establish roots in Nanyang and helped you create a sect.

Now it’s your turn to repay me, by buying me enough time."

The goat-headed monster laughed wickedly.

"No restrictions at all?"

"Yes, no restrictions whatsoever."

With the boss’s words, chains appeared around the goat-headed monster’s hands, feet, and neck.

These chains shattered and dispersed completely the moment they appeared.

The goat-headed monster laughed loudly, moving its body, with black smoke starting to rise around it, slowly dissipating in the swirling dark mist.

"As you wish."

Only dozens of kilometers away, in a small town.

In the church here, there’s no cross, and on the stained glass windows, rather than figures, a goat head is depicted.

In the church, black smoke appeared, rapidly covering everything here.

On the walls, signs of decay began to appear, on the floor within the thick swirling black smoke, traces of thunder fire started to emerge.

With a rumbling sound, the goat-headed monster stood on a high platform, raising its arms, chanting loudly in an unknown language with an impassioned tone.

As it chanted, the rolling black mist on the ground slowly spread to the sides, and the earth began to tremble.

Below, with burning gleams, hideous and ugly monsters began to crawl out one by one.

The goat-headed monster laughed wildly, it had waited far too long for this day.

Summoned, established a sect, bound by a pact, it helped that person accomplish a series of things, including but not limited to finding intersections, building structures, teaching him how to manipulate souls, among other things.

Just waiting for the day of complete release, shedding many of the restrictions it should have had.

The cracks on the ground grew larger, ripping apart the buildings here, while the goat-headed monster hovered above the rift, raising its arms, laughing madly and shouting.

More and more monsters charged from the rift, surging like tides, black smoke rising, spreading the chaotic and wicked scent in all directions from here.

"I have achieved what none of you could," the goat-headed monster laughed up at the sky.

Meanwhile, already beyond the Southern Sea, with a group of Ghosts, Valak, on his path of exile, turned to glance eastward, cursing in a language no one understood for a full three minutes.

Only now did he realize why the Dahlia drifted towards the Southern Sea.

Why rumors reached him that some demon related to him was in the Nanyang Union, and some even said he directed it, leading to him inexplicably taking blame for a mess.

Because indeed, it was related to him.

He sensed one of his subordinates, who had betrayed him and sought his own path, somehow managed to bring his true body here.

Moreover, that fellow didn’t know by what method he accomplished all the prerequisites, opening hell’s gate in the Nanyang Union, summoning hordes of demons to descend.

After cursing, Valak simply continued lying down; he was on the path of exile, though no one guarded or forced him.

But according to the rules, he was indeed in exile.

"See how you die! Fool, daring to summon your true body, those fearsome Easterners do not understand expulsion; they only like to slay Different Races."

Valak mumbled a few words, suddenly sat up.

He pulled out a big phone, having chatted happily with the Water Ghosts who sent them out of the country, one Water Ghost specifically taught him how to use it, saying when something happened, to make a call.

Following the other party’s guidance, Valak pressed 1, and upon a long press, the phone automatically dialed a number.