I Am Your Natural Enemy

Amidst the rumbling roar and gusting winds, Wen Yan’s body felt light. Using the force of the wind, he leaped into the air, spreading his arms and puffing up his coat. He floated like he was flying, swiftly covering a distance of dozens of meters.

After landing, he turned back to see the swirling mist and dust, resembling a giant hand that crushed the central parts of several mountains into powder.

The mist and dust were swiftly blown away by the strong wind, and all the trees inside the depression between the mountains were shattered into fragments.

Wen Yan’s expression turned serious as he looked at the gleaming title ”Mountain Nemesis.” He understood that this might be the true form of the Mountain Ghost.

At the same time, the title’s reaction must be the ultimate manifestation of being a perfect match.

It essentially had a high degree of similarity to the source from which he acquired this title.

As the mist and dust cleared away, looking towards that mountain showed that each plant appeared as a distorted relic with countless Lost Souls chanting ancient hymns in the mountains.

At the same time, on a distant mountain, Old Master Wang, dressed in feathered garments and wearing a mask, sung an enigmatic song like a howl.

Wen Yan couldn’t understand, but at that moment, he observed phantom images emerging from the ground. They surrounded Old Master Wang’s mountaintop, singing and dancing as if conducting a sacrifice of some sort.

The sound of war drums, accompanied by rhythmic pounding, echoed between heaven and earth.

Gradually, Wen Yan began to grasp that this was a dance of sacrifice, a tribute to the mountains, thanking them for the granted prey and sustenance.

However, as the drumbeats grew urgent, the content within began to change.

Wen Yan began to feel that after the good words, the main point followed, implying that it was best for everyone to coexist peacefully, we conduct sacrifices for you, you protect our tribe’s continuation.

If you do not appreciate kindness and take the benefits without fulfilling duties, do not blame us for speaking bad words now.

The war drums quickened, and the sound of bones clashing was akin to the clashing of gold and iron, increasingly murderous.

When there’s nothing more to talk about, the final method must be followed, initiating war.

Excavate mountain roots, destroy earth veins, shatter mountain bodies.

Listening to the drumbeats, Wen Yan began to brim with murderous intent. The strange flame on his body stabilized into fierce flames, continuing to burn fervently.

Wen Yan looked up towards the mountain’s center and noticed the entrance of a cave he had seen upon arriving.

At this moment, as he forced the Mountain Ghost to use this power, he saw that the cave was like a breathing aperture where earth qi and yin qi surged continuously, cycling every ten seconds or so.

Beneath the earth, it was as if a giant was asleep, and now, one hand of that giant was reaching out to eradicate the invading enemies.

The surging of earth veins became particularly clear at that moment.

He understood how to deal with such a huge entity.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, bestowing himself with the ”Explosive Great Sun,” and after waiting, he also blessed the Gray Cloth with the ”Explosive Great Sun.”

Then, stepping on Gang Steps, he charged forward once more.

On those mountains, innumerable Lost Souls maintained the same cold gaze, transforming into torrents and rushing downwards.

Wen Yan did not dodge or evade; the flames on his body suddenly intensified, and he charged straight through.

Upon seeing the aura changes of the mountains, which seemed to want to converge and crush him here, he flicked his wrist, and the Gray Cloth first flew out, plunging inside.

The Gray Cloth tugged at his body, accelerating him.

This time, he did not flee but charged ahead head-on.

Coupled with the opponent mobilizing the earth’s power, dragging him toward the palm of the giant hand, along with Wen Yan’s own speed.

Wen Yan was like a bullet, moving so fast that even his eyes couldn’t fully keep up with the speed, and before the giant hand could close, Wen Yan had already transformed into a sharp sword, directly plunging into that cave.

He tread on Gang Steps, maneuvering within the cave, changing directions, heading straight to the mountain’s interior.

Whenever he encountered a fork in the road, he made choices directly, without a hint of hesitation.

The mountain walls of the cave behind him continuously contracted and collapsed, trying to entomb Wen Yan here, but the changes couldn’t keep up with Wen Yan’s speed.

Too massive, even a slight movement is arduous, only able to use aura and pressure; nothing could block Wen Yan.

The mountain roared with rumbling sounds, which were the enraged howls of the Mountain Ghost.

Wen Yan traversed one forked path after another in this labyrinthine cave, taking only seven or eight seconds to rush to the end of the labyrinth cave.

This was a large underground space over a hundred meters wide, filled with bizarre rocks. The rocks connected all directions of the underground space, heavily settled aura made the air thick and unbreathable.

Wen Yan’s wrist transformed into flowing water, penetrating his mouth and lungs, triggering a non-drowning effect, allowing him not to need to breathe.

He bypassed the chaotic stone pillars, rushing straight to the central place.

Here it resembled an altar, featuring various symbols and totems full of strong symbolic meaning, and on the altar stood a stone sculpture over three meters tall.

The stone sculpture was humanoid, appearing to be heavily weathered, showing only a vague silhouette.