I Am Your Natural Enemy

The demons descending in their true form are extremely rare, at least at this stage.

A hint from his former superior: he is particularly afraid of light and will never appear during the day."

"Temporary ability: None."

Wen Yan drew the Chunjun Mace from his back, gray cloth swirled around, forming the semblance of a surprised face, then condensed into the shape of a hand, carefully poking Wen Yan, pointing to the sky.

In the sky, a stream of light was rapidly approaching.

The gray cloth flew out with a swoosh, floated and swayed awkwardly in the high sky, wrapped around that stream of light, and brought it back down to Wen Yan.

The gray cloth unfurled with a roll, revealing the Magic Sword inside.

The power of the Magic Sword had no effect on the gray cloth, and it could even be concealed by it.

Because this gray cloth was originally used by the Old Celestial Master to wrap the Magic Sword, it only followed Wen Yan after meeting him.

Holding the Old Celestial Master’s Magic Sword, Wen Yan instantly felt as if someone was softly chanting beside his ear.

"By the will of the heavens, by your command, specially decreeing the swordsman as invincible."

The instant he grasped the Magic Sword, Wen Yan noticed that the emotions he’d been suppressing, the heart numbed by the tragedies he had witnessed, suddenly thumped.

All actions are for justice, without need for worry; however the heart desires, so it should act.

In an instant, flames ignited on Wen Yan’s body, his heart pounding wildly, and heart fire burst forth, constantly transforming the Magic Sword in the blaze.

And the gray cloth dragging the Magic Sword transformed along with it, finally turning into a large black flag, emblazoned with three burning characters: "Strike the Unjust."

Clenching his teeth, Wen Yan’s seven apertures began to emit crimson golden flames, and the previous restraint vanished.

He bestowed upon himself an Explosive Great Sun, and in an instant, the raging fire on his body intensified, pushing away the overwhelmingly dense Yin Qi and grievances that nearly carried him along.

He landed on the ground, grasped the "Strike the Unjust" flag with one hand, his muscles suddenly swelling, then fiercely hurled the flagpole.

The flag, enveloped in firelight, shot out, directly towards the Ram-horned Demon at the rear of the demon horde.

One by one, cannon fodder demons leaped, attempting to stop the flag, yet in close proximity, were ignited and turned to ash before hitting the ground.

The Ram-horned Demon stretched out a hand, trying to seize the flag, but the power attached to it was beyond such a demon’s touch.

A sizzling sound arose, the flesh in its palm forcibly evaporated, and the flagpole, transformed from the Magic Sword, pierced directly into the Ram-horned Demon’s shoulder.

The next moment, the flag fluttered in the wind, a ripple expanding out.

With a bang, the Ram-horned Demon, already expanded to eight or nine meters high, suddenly kneeled down as if Mount Tai was pressing down on it.

Those cannon fodder standing around the Ram-horned Demon were swept by the ripple, instantly suppressed to the ground, and died violently on the spot.

The ripple expanded again, and on the Ram-horned Demon, a gust of air spread, its whole body forced into a kneel, hands supporting the ground, embedding into the earth.

As it raised its head, it saw Wen Yan covering tens of meters in a step, shrouded in flames and red light, rushing over at high speed.

Even before getting close, he leapt up.

The Ram-horned Demon lifted its head with a sinister grin, opening its mouth to unleash a dark light, leaving a trace in mid-air.

Wen Yan raised his left hand, with a flick of his nail, bounced that point of light off, hitting an unfortunate demon. That demon wailed and quickly decayed.

The next moment, Wen Yan descended from the air, the Chunjun Mace transforming into a spike, piercing the Goat-headed Demon’s forehead.

Aside from the mace’s handle, the whole spike embedded beneath its skin.

The Goat-headed Demon wailed, intending to do something else, but the flag planted in it emitted another ripple, pressing the whole body of the Ram-horned Demon onto the ground.

Wen Yan held the Chunjun Mace, an Explosive Great Sun, blessing the Chunjun Mace.

"Embrace the sun."

The next moment, the Chunjun Mace trembled slightly, emanating a blinding radiance, like a burning Great Sun blooming inside the Goat-headed Demon’s head.

The purest light and heat, bursting in the most explosive form.

The Goat-headed Demon couldn’t even wail before its body rapidly disintegrated under the illumination of the Great Sun blooming from within its head.

The dazzling light, losing its full obstruction from the Goat-headed Demon’s harm absorption, bloomed like a flashbang on the land.

Like the sudden rising of the sun, a massive surge of Yang Energy transformed into a shockwave, spreading in all directions.

The immense light of that moment surpassed ten thousand lumens, cleaning up the cannon fodder summoned by the Goat-headed Demon with just one glance, all turning to ash.

Where the eyes could reach, there were no shadows, only blinding light.

Even those marked by Wen Yan and blessed with Yang Energy, supposed not to be affected by it, over a thousand lost souls were shattered being too close, their soul bodies directly destroyed.

The river avoided some, and those shattered lost souls reformed within the river.

The explosively bright radiance gradually calmed, Wen Yan holding a Great Sun, while the massive body of the Ram-horned Demon nearly completely vanished, leaving only a normal-sized ram skull with magnificent long horns in place.