I Am Your Natural Enemy

At the instant before it was about to be yanked back, the Gray Cloth suddenly went taut, and the Chunjun Mace flicked out from its tail; its Power and speed surged, wrapped in a dull howling wind, and smashed straight into one of the symbols.

With a muffled boom, a large section of the wall collapsed on the spot.

After three or four consecutive strikes, all the symbols and patterns on the wall within a range of more than ten meters were forcibly shattered.

The wall was broken.

The Lost Souls followed the gap in the wall and flooded into the park.

Wen Yan stepped over the breach; with just one step forward, two worlds unfolded before his eyes.

Maintaining his Blink state, one eye saw the people fleeing in panic, the soldiers here with guns at the ready, and quite a few people wearing green surgical caps and surgical gowns.

He saw vehicles parked there, and some people with guns on their backs were evacuating those doctors.

Looking in the direction they were coming out from, he couldn’t see what was Inside; there was a door there, and a curtain of thick plastic hanging over it.

His other eye, however, saw that in the dark world, the ground was covered in sticky stuff, a pungent reek of blood mixed with a clammy, rotten stench.

And in that huge factory building, one Ghost after another hung there like livestock on a slaughter line, while some creatures that looked like Little Demons with a single short horn were constantly digging something out from these Ghosts’ bodies.

The two worlds intertwined in Wen Yan’s field of vision at the same time.

And the prompt popped up along with it.

"Intersection."

"Some places in the present world will occasionally form an intersection with another world.

This overlapping is like two straight lines crossing, creating a point of intersection.

But most of the time, such intersections only exist for a very brief period.

Certain special summoning rituals or blood sacrifices can create an intersection that exists for an extremely short time, or something similar to an intersection.

The two lines do not overlap; only in that instant is there a very short path that can be traversed.

In some cases, there will also be intersections that last longer.

These intersections are generally fixed in a specific place."

Wen Yanxin understood: for example, the Dahlia.

The Dahlia was that intersection, except the Dahlia was special; it was a ship, and it could move.

Wen Yan finished reading the introduction and continued on to the rest of the prompt.

"When you see two worlds at the same time, it means you have truly seen the intersection and have already stepped into the true intersection.

Please note: when you step into an intersection, you exist in both worlds simultaneously.

Please be extremely careful: anyone in either world who can see you may be able to harm you."

By the time Wen Yan read this, the Lost Souls had already charged into the park, whistling past.

A soldier with a gun on his back was passed through by this group of translucent Lost Souls, and his Soul was yanked out.

Gunshots rang out; bullets wreathed in fiery, thunderous Power blasted apart the Lost Souls one after another, but those Lost Souls quickly reformed again.

Wen Yan ignored them and kept walking forward.

Occasionally, bullets would pass through the Lost Souls and were about to hit him; before Wen Yan even needed to move, the Gray Cloth gave a light flick and dispersed the bullets’ impact.

In the other world, those Little Demons with short single horns also saw Wen Yan, this uninvited guest; they howled, like a charging pack of Goblins, and rushed at Wen Yan.

The Yang Energy on Wen Yan’s body suddenly flared, but those Little Demons only seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable and weren’t particularly affected.

Wen Yan laughed; he’d already thought these guys looked a bit like those Little Demons, more like Goblins, and hadn’t expected them to actually be things with physical bodies.

The bracelet on his right wrist came loose, turning into a stream of water that wrapped around the fingers of Wen Yan’s left hand; the water quickly turned black.

He closed one eye; when he could see only those Little Demons, he flicked his finger, and the stream of water turned into drops of Black Water, shooting out at high speed, indiscriminately covering all the Little Demons ahead.

In the past he’d never liked using the Corpse Poison on the Black Fingernail of his left hand, because if he wasn’t careful it became an indiscriminate AOE that didn’t distinguish between friend and foe; on the rare occasions he did use it, it was with very low toxicity, and he recovered it immediately afterward.

Wen Yan also worried that if the toxins leaked out and contaminated certain places, it would be a pain to clean up.

Right now the situation was perfect; he really didn’t have to worry about any of that.

Drop after drop of Black Water, laden with dense Corpse Poison, spread out indiscriminately, covering all the Little Demons.

The Black Water, from all kinds of angles, seeped deep into the bodies of those Little Demons.

They were living creatures with flesh, obviously not of a high level, and had no way to withstand this toxin specifically tailored for living beings.

The Little Demon at the very front only managed to rush seven or eight meters before its body went stiff and it toppled to the ground.

The Corpse Poison began to fully erupt, and a large group of Little Demons fell one after another.

Wen Yan stepped over the fallen Little Demons on the ground and reached the factory entrance; Inside, it looked like a modern slaughter line, equipment from decades ago.

When this equipment moved, the sound was like an elderly person on their last legs; every time it moved, all its bones and joints creaked.

Hanging from it were Ghosts, one after another, all of them disemboweled; some Ghosts had their chests crudely stitched into a Y shape, like corpses that had been autopsied.

You have to know, Ghosts generally have two forms.

One is the appearance they had when they were still alive, just a normal human look.

The other is their death form, the way they looked at the moment they died.