I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan’s brows furrowed slightly, there’s indeed a demonic feel to him.

There were people who dabbled in demonic cultivation, following other demons in practice, both sides lacking knowledge and discernment; one dared to learn, and one dared to teach.

Ultimately, according to the demon’s guidance, as they cultivated, their human form began to change, revealing some demonic traits.

To escape sudden death or a drastic change in temperament was sheer luck for them, just exhibiting a few demonic features indicated something went wrong in their cultivation, but these were minor issues.

This fellow in front, his power is such a chaotic mess, I really can’t fathom how he accomplished this.

The power of the opponent before me growing stronger and stronger, even all these lost souls gathering together can’t wear him down.

The charge of the lost souls gets scattered; the erosion of resentment gets blocked by his peculiar outer skin, and even that skin starts absorbing the surrounding resentment and Yin Qi.

After adapting to the changes, the sorcerer slowly raised his head, looked towards Wen Yan, and fiercely kicked the ground, breaking through the obstruction of lost souls and charging straight at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan released the lost soul of the small child beside him, reaching out to intercept the deformed corpse.

"Uncle Ming, let me handle this, the power on this guy is extremely bizarre, don’t let it taint you.

I’ve trained in martial arts for some time, and Senior Brother Qin has taught me quite a bit.

It’s a perfect time to test it out."

Wen Yan stepped forward into a bow stance, his body like a spear, raising his head, blessing himself first with an Explosive Great Sun.

With a glance, he appeared like a young general on horseback, holding a big spear with a red tassel, pointing at the enemy leader.

With a loud shout, his figure abruptly vanished from its original place.

In the blink of an eye, his body, gathering together Yang Energy, vital essence, the power of Xin Dao, and the flame within his heart, transformed into a fierce and powerful big spear, striking out.

In just an instant, he traversed a distance of over ten meters, with an elbow strike like piercing through bamboo, breaking the opponent’s stance and their wildly chaotic yet savage power.

His elbow tip like a spearhead, directly slammed into the opponent’s chest.

An incandescent gold spear scorching with flames suddenly appeared.

Wen Yan stood still on the spot, his foot already sunk three inches into the ground, while the sorcerer, unexpectedly, seeing Wen Yan’s speed, couldn’t react in time.

The power pierced through bone, detonating within him, his body not even able to fly backward before the skin on his back burst open, exposing the outline of spinal bones.

The big spear technique learned from Qin Kun is somehow different from the absolute toughness of Qin Kun’s style.

His power pierced through bone, his Yang Energy far surpassing Qin Kun; once that power entered the sorcerer’s body, with the savage Yang Qi naturally clashing with the foul Qi, Yin Qi, ghost Qi, it erupted in an instant.

The sorcerer’s body seemed to be struck to the point of swelling an entire size.

In the next moment, the residual power manifested, the sorcerer’s body turning into a shadow, with a whoosh sound, flying backward.

He was hit as if by a speeding, fully-loaded dump truck, crashing directly into the building.

With a loud bang, the wall collapsed, exposing reinforcement bars on the load-bearing column behind the sorcerer.

The tattoos just fused into his skin and the mask already integrated into his face were forcibly stretched and shattered into fragments.

The sorcerer, covered in blood, leaned on the column.

Struggling, he extended an arm and spoke in the local tongue.

"Wait, I have something to say..."

Regrettably, the eagerly anticipative lost souls around him rushed forward, stripping away the shattered tattooed skin, tearing off his mask, and ripping at his soul.

Wen Yan watched from afar, guessing roughly what the other was going to say.

Nothing more than selling out teammates and such.

This guy was said to be the strongest sorcerer within a hundred thousand square kilometers here, possessing an evil nature, seeking vengeance for every grievance, inherently greedy, embodying the trait of exchanging one life for another as a sorcerer.

Some were driven by desperation to seek him, but only two survived, becoming his disciples, the rest perished without exception.

Some not only perished themselves but also dragged their friends and family into death.

That’s just the "clients", those avenged by the clients would have it worse without any special skills or sufficient status.

Of course, locally they don’t call him a sorcerer, sorcerer is a term translated from Divine Land.

This sorcerer was even invited last year because of conflicts between the local and some sea areas of Divine Land to put on a show.

Just a show, he wouldn’t dare engage in the real deal.

Wen Yan watched coldly as the sorcerer’s body was thoroughly ravaged, his soul torn out, constantly shredded and bitten by a swarm of lost souls.

Before he was utterly shattered, he pointed at Wen Yan, screaming indistinctly; then, from within his body, his chest burst open, sending a flash of blood flying straight at Wen Yan.

That flash of blood was obstructed by the fingernail on Wen Yan’s left middle finger, then blocked by the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman on the back of his right hand.

After several attempts, the speed of the blood flash slowed down.

Wen Yan reached out and grabbed it, the blood flash seemed alive, continuously struggling, trying to invade his body and devour his essence.

Wen Yan willed it, extending his left middle finger to press it down, the blood flash merged into the tip of his left middle finger but was immediately suppressed by the nail on it, unable to go anywhere.