I Am Your Natural Enemy

The giant bag marked with "$" behind him was forcibly blown up.

Countless gold coins spilled out from the giant bag, transforming into blood, flowing down from the highest point, gradually turning into a sky full of blood rain, falling over the city beneath.

The originally cold and oppressive city, after being showered with the seemingly terrifying blood rain, inexplicably gained a touch of vitality, a bit of liveliness.

The black-gray wilted trees by the road began to sprout tender green buds.

Those hanging in mid-air, with their throats severed, also fell one by one to the ground. Bathed in the blood rain, the terrifying wounds on their throats started to heal, and the mouths that couldn’t speak began to utter words.

Among the sky full of gold coins, the boss sat on the altar, his chest caved in, coughing blood.

"Such strong ability."

This power, this terrifying speed, is simply impossible for human strength to achieve; it can only come from an ability.

Looking at the collapsing city, the boss flipped his hand, throwing out nine gold coins.

The moment the nine gold coins were thrown, they vanished into thin air.

And the boss grinned, shouting aloud.

"This isn’t scientific."

In an instant, a strange power emerged, filling the entire domain.

Wen Yan’s speed instantly plummeted from tens of meters per step to just a few meters, barely maintaining balance.

The domain that was already collapsing instantly crumbled with the strange fluctuations emanating from the boss.

The entire domain was destroyed.

In a flash, Wen Yan and the boss returned to the real world together.

The boss stood on the altar, coughing blood, as an extremely intense vitality rapidly blossomed in his chest, forcibly pushing his recovery.

And Wen Yan fell from over ten meters high in mid-air.

As the domain collapsed, the divine essence that spread inside also began to disperse in all directions.

The soaring flag suddenly fell, the Yinfeng’s air likewise drooped down, seeming as if the gray cloth could no longer move.

Only the magic sword that transformed into the flagpole remained upright, glowing faintly.

Meanwhile, the lost souls carrying the black stele suddenly turned transparent, and the stele heavily dropped to the ground.

The flames on the lost souls began to extinguish.

Swept away by that force, all the lost souls became translucent ordinary ghosts in an instant, no longer able to touch solids, invisible to ordinary people.

The boss stood up, looking at the scene before him, at Wen Yan falling from mid-air, laughing aloud.

"This is the strongest ability I’ve obtained, from a young man.

He’s never encountered different races, nor any unusual situations.

Because his ability forcibly suppresses all abnormal powers.

Do you know how he found me?

He was short of money; even with his power, his family was still killed by gang members collecting debts.

He himself was beaten into a disability.

He obtained enough money from me, everything he wanted.

And now, I used my limit of nine gold coins to enhance this ability to the extreme.

All your abilities are unusable now, aren’t they?

Is your title also suppressed?"

On the other side, Wen Yan fell from over ten meters high, the gray cloth couldn’t move at all.

Wen Yan adjusted his landing posture, rolled on landing, dissipating most of the power.

He did find that many of his abilities seemed extremely difficult to summon as if in the Last Dharma version.

But there were still powers that could move in such circumstances.

Power from his own self.

Power from Xin Dao, the flame burning in his heart, and another power he previously didn’t notice, working with every breath.

He slightly bowed, having lost the blessing, yet solely relying on his physical strength, he still burst out with speed and power far exceeding ordinary people.

The boss flipped his hand, took out a scroll, and tore it open.

The scroll burned to ashes, followed swiftly by him picking up the phone, sending out a pre-prepared message.

As Wen Yan drew nearer, he reached at his waist, drew out a handgun, and decisively fired at Wen Yan.

While shooting, he spoke.

"You will never understand, this world relies on money, even the strongest abilities will eventually meet a day when they’re restrained and countered.

This area within a few kilometers is equivalent to the End of Dharma Forbidden Area.

And in at most three minutes, a ballistic missile capable of leveling this place will strike here.

Even if I’m blown to bits, I won’t die, but you, you’re dead."

Wen Yan focused on the boss’s hand, constantly evading the trajectory of the bullets, forcefully deflecting and redirecting those he couldn’t avoid with his left middle finger’s nail.

Responding to the boss’s words, Wen Yan spoke directly.

"Black Box, transmit the intel."

A message was sent out.

Simultaneously, the Scorching Sun Department, which was keeping tabs on the situation here, immediately took action.

The boss might rally people, but was there no one behind Wen Yan?

As the boss tore open that scroll, a mysterious force rapidly approached from the ocean direction.

From the north also, a force swiftly closed in.

At the same time, that huge statue by the Southeast Region Divine Land’s seaside emanated a thread of divine power.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, mingling with an inaudible sound to ordinary people.