I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 440: Chapter 183: Purification of Earth City, Data Loading (5k)

Wen Yan pressed one hand on the armored man’s back, forcing him to the ground, while the Yang Qi flames on his body continued to surge into the other’s body, relentlessly suppressing him.

”My energy reserves are far above yours.”

He wasn’t as experienced in the Martial Path as Qin Kun, so he couldn’t force the other to submit with pure martial arts prowess. But he carried Blood Warm Jade and Scorching Sun Jade with him—once he activated the Scorching Sun Blessing, even at a lower level than Qin Kun, he could withstand more than ten times Qin Kun’s combat consumption.

When dealing with the living, Wen Yan honestly wouldn’t dare be this reckless, but handling creatures from the Netherworld? Don’t blame me for using heavy fists.

Pure Yang Fire fiercely washed over—the armored man, pinned to the ground by Wen Yan, struggled desperately, but as soon as he managed to gather even a bit of power, Wen Yan’s Yang Fire would flood and disperse it. In less than a minute, a Sacred Fire Sect War Soul was pressed into the ground and forcefully burned to death by Wen Yan.

Accompanied by an unwilling roar, only a suit of armor was left, collapsing to the ground. In an instant, the armor turned rusty and rotten, and with a gentle touch, it would crumble into fragments.

Only inside the armor, a spot marked with a strange symbol had yet to decay.

Wen Yan picked up the half-palm-sized piece of black iron, examined it carefully, and baked it with Yang Fire for a while. Seeing no change, he finally relaxed.

Without a suitable talisman, he simply used a Scripture Scroll to wrap it up and put it away.

He stepped toward Earth City. The Ghosts that had rushed out of the city were forced back by him step by step, retreating into Earth City.

Arriving at the city wall—barely two stories high at most—Wen Yan suddenly sped up, leaped, and gripped the uneven outer surface of the wall like steel needles with his hands. With a little exertion, he climbed onto the city wall.

Earth City wasn’t large. You could see the opposite wall at a glance, at most three or four li across, with streets densely crowded with Ghosts.

None of these Ghosts could even get within dozens of meters of him, let alone cause him any harm.

Wen Yan examined their clothing; all of them maintained the appearance they had in life—they were all citizens of the Demon Kingdom.

According to the information from Fourth Great-uncle Master, back then the Demon Kingdom was a theocracy: the King and the Sect Hierarch represented the two poles of the Demon Kingdom, and the Sect Hierarch might even have had a higher status than the King.

Everyone in the Demon Kingdom was a believer. Everyone had been brainwashed from childhood; in those days, anyone could be a soldier, but only those who were gifted and strong could hold a position in the Sacred Fire Sect.

At its peak, the Demon Kingdom had lush grass and abundant cattle and sheep. Though it was a small nation, it crushed all neighboring small countries and controlled key trade routes, had wealth and manpower, and could absorb goods from both the east and west, developing rapidly.

Of course, its expansion was also rapid.

Within Fuyu Mountain, there weren’t many details recorded about this, but Wen Yan knew—they not only did themselves in, but also betrayed the Thirteenth Ancestor.

If it were only that, it wouldn’t have forced a Big Executor to act.

Certainly, they committed several other major sins as well.

In the Thirteenth Ancestor’s prime, by Wen Yan’s estimation, his Scorching Sun progress must’ve been at least 80%, maybe even higher.

Back then, Wen Yan’s own Scorching Sun progress wasn’t even 1%, yet with the Big Executor’s blessing, even at the last moment, he evolved into a Flying Zombie.

As for Thirteenth Ancestor with such a high Scorching Sun progress, with an Enlightened Big Executor, after three months of tempering, and before entering The Last Dharma era—what terrifying level could he have evolved to? Wen Yan dared not imagine.

Destroying the Demon Kingdom and the Sacred Fire Sect was nothing surprising.

Looking at the Ghosts here now, Wen Yan had no intention of reasoning with them. It would be pointless—even their speech was unintelligible to him, and everyone carried wariness and hatred in their eyes.

He couldn’t judge people from a thousand years ago with modern standards.

Thinking it over, he stood atop the city wall and waved to Lin Jue and the Grave Walker, signaling them to bring their packs over.

Wen Yan estimated the time—about when he should begin cultivating today—so he placed the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture in front of him, sat on the city wall, and faced the crowds of Ghosts inside Earth City.

”I’m giving you a chance. How you choose is up to you.”

He began reciting the Supreme Spiritual Cave Treasure Extinction Five Corpse Refinements Scripture. As the chanting went on, wisps of black mist floated from the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture, and one by one, Lost Souls flew out and dissipated.

Inside Earth City, the Ghosts closer to him began to be affected, gradually calming down, and eventually dissolving into wisps of light and fading away.

When he finished reciting, Wen Yan lifted his eyes; there were already few Ghosts left in the city.

The transcendence he used—targeting those war-dead souls within Black Mountain Demon, not something ordinary Lost Souls could withstand. Unless they had no desire to be transcended, carried deep obsessions, and were also not weak—their collective resistance was exceptionally strong.

Staring at the few remaining Ghosts in the city, Wen Yan stood up, listened to their shouting—though he couldn’t understand their words, he could feel the anger and murderous intent, that raw malice.

They sat on the ground, reciting in some unknown tongue, black energy surging about them as a dangerous aura arose.

”Stop shouting. I can’t understand you.”

Wen Yan sighed, jumped down from the city wall, and suddenly burst forth with Yang Qi, enveloping the remaining Ghosts and vaporizing them.