I Am Your Natural Enemy

"You can summon me."

"I’ll summon you when I need you."

Wen Yan gazed into the distance, the pitch-black seawater starting to churn, the sound of bubbling gurgles emerged from beneath the waves, and numerous bubbles surged from below the sea surface.

In the next moment, a muffled boom echoed, and the ship began to sway.

The turbulence of the waves grew more intense, as if something was beneath the sea surface.

"You purified all the evil spirits here, so now whatever is around may not fear this ship anymore," Valak reminded, leaning on the railing, stretching his neck to peer out with a sigh.

"Luckily, I’ve never been to Divine Land. This place is even more dangerous than the legends say. I really don’t know how your ship manages to sail the seas every day."

Wen Yan approached the edge, gazing down into the sea, unable to see anything, only feeling that there seemed to be some enormous presence, a deep, colossal beast-like essence, and not just one.

He quietly sensed the deathly stillness, desolation, and oppression here, not exclusive to the Dahlia, but evident in everything within sight, all exuding this aura.

Once the Dahlia was purified, it became like a white spot on a black cloth, suddenly standing out glaringly.

Allowing him to distinguish the white spot also let him discern the surrounding blackness.

This sensation, Wen Yan thought for a moment, seemed familiar...

Recalling carefully, it should have been at the Virtue City Funeral House, one night, upon arriving there, blinking in an instant, the overall feel was similar, with differences, but the base tone was akin.

The Dahlia is still in the Southern Sea, yet simultaneously somewhere else, and he, now, is in this "somewhere else."

Suddenly, the seawater burst open, a nearly two-meter-thick massive tentacle rushed out from beneath the sea, towering tens of meters high, its surface bearing huge suction cups slowly opening, revealing rows of jagged teeth still clinging to shreds of flesh, and a rancid stench wafted forth.

The massive tentacle fell, landing on the deck, the toothed suction cups biting onto every protruding part like the ship’s railing and edges, gnawing continuously.

Under those sharp teeth, the steel emitted a series of unpleasant creaks.

The ship trembled slightly, and the large chimneys began spewing black smoke, the constant sounds like the Dahlia trying to drive away these unwelcome guests.

And in the sea, tentacles, one after another, emerged from the water, most ranging from over a dozen meters, with some stretching over twenty meters.

Within visible range, at least a dozen sea giant beasts surrounded the Dahlia.

When Wen Yan set out, he thought Grand Uncle Master sending him along with a squad of Great Zombies was overkill, akin to using a cannon to kill mosquitoes, too exaggerated, not wanting to cause much havoc, after all, they were just going over to kill a few sorcerers.

Now it seemed, with the acceleration of the Spiritual Qi Resurgence to the second stage, all manner of bizarre creatures have emerged.

Bringing a squad of Great Zombies might indeed make things easier now.

He couldn’t let these giant beasts destroy the Dahlia, as he had no desire to be stranded in this black sea region.

If the water turned black due to abnormal reasons, that would be one thing, but if not, as the old saying goes, dark water is deep, indicating the depth here must be very profound.

He took a step forward, thrusting his left hand directly into the giant tentacle.

The Corpse Poison carried by his Black Fingernail began spreading from the wound, but the next moment, the tentacle abruptly shrank a size, then suddenly expanded, throwing him seven or eight meters away.

The tentacle curled, the toothed suction cups gnawing the poisoned area, tearing off a chunk over a meter wide and dozens of pounds heavy, tossing it aside to prevent the Corpse Poison from spreading.

From the rended area, flesh swiftly regenerated at a visible rate, restoring its original appearance.

Gazing again at the surging giant waves, increasingly fierce, the number of giant beasts kept multiplying.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, realizing he couldn’t drag this out or probe further; it needed resolution as swiftly as possible.

Yet, upon seeing those tentacles, there were no clues whatsoever.

Recalling Gauss’s earlier words, a flash of insight crossed Wen Yan’s mind.

He swapped out the Mountain Nemesis title, donning the Nemesis of Ghosts and Gods instead.

With an Explosive Great Sun Blessing, he stomped forcefully, a sacrificial altar emerged beneath, and two white banners flapped in the wind, a strange aura began to surface.

Wen Yan stood firm on the altar, glancing at the ever-increasing tentacles.

The troublesome part wasn’t these tentacles, but sensing a stronger presence approaching from afar, fierce and dominant, exuding intense oppression, akin to when Wen Yan first encountered a Great Zombie.

That overwhelming pressure rendered all abilities currently at his disposal utterly futile.

Thus, he’d have to go all out.

He clasped the Soul Summoning Seal, stomped hard, a golden light emerged beneath.

He uttered in a deep voice the name of the person he intended to summon.

"Wen Yan!"

The golden light beneath hesitated slightly, then in the next moment, the Golden Light Avenue burst forth, vanishing beyond the limit of Wen Yan’s vision.

In just a few seconds, the golden light retracted, looping around and returning to Wen Yan’s feet.