I Am Your Natural Enemy

So many people, if they could really die and never speak again, that wouldn’t be much of a problem.

The issue is, among these lost souls, some have lost consciousness, some retain a bit of awareness, and a few still have clear awareness—they know quite a lot.

When those people killed them, no matter how much they hid the news, it would be impossible to completely conceal it from so many victims, right?

The ways these lost souls died vary greatly. To be honest, if it weren’t for their connection to the sorcerer, many of them would have had nothing to do with each other.

On this island underfoot, a few lost souls have visited. They came because before they died, they wanted to cure their cancer and were deceived and brainwashed by the cult, even donating their family fortunes, so they visited here to meet some major figures.

Unfortunately, they were ultimately still just consumables, even though they were about to die, they were still not spared.

And those who treated them as consumables might not even remember who they were before, where they had been, or what they had done.

And because of this, they can still remember here.

They remember that some people, once they went up the island, never appeared again.

With a lost soul guiding the way, the sky grew even gloomier, and in the dead of night, the people who were keeping watch in the vicinity before had all disappeared.

Wen Yan’s journey had been inexplicably smooth, without any obstacles.

After walking for two hours on land, when he reached a set of mountains, Wen Yan looked up and felt the flickering sensation akin to when the Nether Path appeared.

But this time, he didn’t feel the Nether Path.

The flickering of the scene was more akin to the feeling when he saw the surrounding world flicker at Virtue City Funeral House.

The ordinary mountains suddenly seemed to transform into massive burial mounds, with thick Yin Qi, like a darkness trying to devour everything, carrying a feeling of physiological discomfort in the dead silence.

The massive peaks seemed alive, exuding thorough despair and terror, emitting a silent wailing.

The scene flickered once, and then returned to normal.

As Wen Yan advanced with the army of lost souls, the flickering frequency intensified.

This didn’t seem like the Nether Path, rather he would take a step, blink to another scene, and then blink back again.

He asked the conscious lost souls by his side, they hadn’t seen anything else, just Wen Yan seemed to be dropping frames, getting stuck every now and then.

Wen Yan understood immediately, it was another domain-like trait hence he could blink into it but wasn’t truly inside, so he got stuck out again.

Looking at the industrial zone below the mountain, it was still brightly illuminated, the lights shrouded in mist, blurry and unclear.

When the army of lost souls approached, a light suddenly flickered on one of the water towers, and an ear-piercing alarm sounded.

Many people rushed out from the industrial zone, while others started vehicles, escaping to the side.

On the water tower in the middle of the zone, some devices were activated, pipes crossing mid-air, with nozzles protruding at intervals, similar to the closed sprinkler heads commonly used in firefighting.

Water sprayed from those nozzles, weaving into water curtains, blocking the periphery of the zone.

The water collided with the dense resentment emanating from the army of lost souls, producing a sizzling sound like water meeting fire, as vast amounts of water vapor evaporated, creating a fog wall that blocked the way ahead.

The fog wall continued to clash with the mist generated by the gathering of the army of lost souls, with the conflict becoming more intense.

The people in the zone hadn’t anticipated such a situation, and certainly didn’t expect the vanished army of lost souls to cross over 1,700 kilometers of sea in such a short time, appearing here directly.

They hadn’t received any warnings before either.

In their panic, chaos erupted inside, and those alive were only concerned with escaping, not thinking about how to fight back.

Wen Yan gazed at the fog wall, frowning slightly. Such targeted defense couldn’t have been built in just a day or two.

This means it must have existed for a long time, so what were they defending against?

Surely, they couldn’t have known that there would be a day when the army of lost souls, with resentment soaring to the sky and each having resentment comparable to a fierce ghost, would come here to kill?

The fog wall’s clash continued, yet the lost souls did not stop moving.

When the vapor within made contact with the lost souls, a glow of Yang Energy emanated from them.

It was the Yang Energy from Wen Yan.

A glow of this Yang Energy began to appear on all the lost souls.

It was as if Wen Yan had personally bestowed a blessing upon them.

Wen Yan was somewhat stunned; when did he bless so many lost souls with Yang Energy?

He couldn’t remember himself.

But just this glow of Yang Energy, the power of the blessing, kept the lost souls’ steps from halting; when the forces in the vapor clashed loudly with the dense resentment in the air, there wasn’t any conflict with the glow of Yang Energy.

The army reached the edge of the zone’s wall, blocked by symbols and patterns that surfaced on the wall.

The style of these symbols and patterns was identical to the defenses seen at the sorcerer’s mansion before.

Fierce clashes began, wearing each other down. Wen Yan didn’t want to wait, with a shake of the gray cloth, the gray cloth retrieved the Chunjun Mace itself, and as Wen Yan shook, the gray cloth wielded the Chunjun Mace like a whip, lashing it over.