I Am Your Natural Enemy

The things that were blown away gathered together, transforming into a blood-red river, descending from the sky, and rushing towards the squad of Lost Souls led by Wen Yan.

All the Lost Souls had no reaction to those things, but the things resembling blood-red pollen slightly shifted, then all charged at Wen Yan.

Uncle Ming made a swift move, instantly appearing in front of Wen Yan. This time, instead of exhaling, he clasped his hands together and grabbed casually, causing his Power to condense into the shape of a long spear.

Uncle Ming wielded the spear and shouted deeply.

"Wind! Great Wind!"

A loud shout reverberated, creating momentum, gathering force into wind, and the yin wind rose from the ground, like the howl of countless Lost Souls, roaring upwards.

The things resembling blood-red pollen, when blown through by the yin wind corpse energy, fell rapidly in large swathes.

Some had yet to land before they transformed into black-gray ashes.

Uncle Ming held the spear and struck fiercely, the spear shot out like a dragon, enveloped by black yin wind corpse energy, transforming into a black tornado that slanted upward.

Encompassing all the blood-red within, it wrapped and soared upwards.

In the whistling sound, all traces of blood-red vanished without a trace, leaving only a sky filled with black-gray, slowly descending.

Having completed this blow, Uncle Ming continued to follow behind Wen Yan, half a step behind.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Ming." Wen Yan expressed gratitude.

"No need to be polite; these things may not be useful to you anyway."

Wen Yan carried the nail left by the Big Executor, generally acting as a poison shield, as long as it wasn’t particularly strong or had unique toxic mechanisms, they wouldn’t affect Wen Yan greatly.

But as always, Uncle Ming understood that he was a guard this time; if the guarded target could solve it themselves, the guards need not intervene.

If unnecessary, intervention is meant for the guards.

The squad continued to progress, as the Lost Souls eyed the blood-red things, their resentment surged like boiling rage.

Before the squad arrived, the chilling fog formed by their gathered resentment had already surrounded the small building at the destination.

Underneath the small building, influenced by these forces, the defenses were activated, a continuous flash of light halo, each rune lit up and forcibly exhausted its Power, extinguishing one after another.

Utilizing modern technology, extending high-voltage cables as the energy source for town guards, that’s top-notch technology, which is impossible here.

Here, very traditional defense measures are still in use, but it’s evident that they cannot withstand nearly two thousand Lost Souls filled with overwhelming resentment.

And as the defense forces here, in direct confrontation, are forcibly exhausted, forcibly extinguished.

Below the building, one by one, the Lost Souls screamed in agony, howled, emerging from underground.

They died more tragically, their lifespan drained, their flesh used as materials, and even in the end, the remaining things were used to intimidate others.

These Lost Souls seamlessly joined this squad of Lost Souls, instantly obscuring the sky here, the oppressive yin wind filled with Lost Souls surging in resentment.

Countless Lost Souls swept across everything here.

The sorcerer’s few disciples had just died tragically; their souls were birthed by this unique environment and gathered together.

Their souls were torn apart by one Lost Soul after another, constantly splitting, until torn into the smallest fragments, completely dissipating.

They were all once executors of tragic events and deceits.

In the end, even in death, they never realized they died by their master’s hand; from the start, they were disposable tools.

Wen Yan walked step by step, observing the chaos here, seeing those deceased with throats slit, skin peeled off, clearly understanding why the sorcerer here dared to harm the family members of the Scorching Sun Department.

This guy was truly ruthless and daring enough to do anything.

Inside the building, intense fluctuations already emerged, considering the newly joined several hundred Lost Souls, over two thousand Lost Souls were collectively beating the sorcerer.

A loud bang echoed, a window was blasted out by great force, a person with a mask on the face, tattooed skin, a body exuding a fierce aura, jumped down from above.

He carried evil energy, yin energy, ghost energy, along with a hint of demon essence, extremely chaotic.

For the first time, Wen Yan saw something with such chaotic Power and aura.

The person let out a pained wail, as the skin on the body began embedding into him, the mask contracting, seemingly to completely integrate with him.

Meanwhile, the opponent’s aura continuously strengthened during this process.

Black hairs started growing on his hands, fingers thickening, nails transforming into predatory animal’s sharp claws.

He screamed in agony while swinging his arms, repelling and scattering the approaching Lost Souls.

Those Lost Souls, once scattered, soon regrouped in the fog, cycling endlessly.

Wen Yan stood in place, quietly watching.

For now, he didn’t want to interrupt the avengers’ vengeance, waiting to act afterward, waiting until these Lost Souls couldn’t handle it before intervening.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the sorcerer no longer resembled someone wearing human skin; he had wholly merged, the mask on his face integrating completely.

His mouth seemed elongated, resembling both a wolf and a wild boar, with fangs extending outward, his eyes black with red highlights, the person wholly transforming beyond human shape.