I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 448: Chapter 185: Sharpen the Edge, Vanquish the Evil Again (5k)_3

Wen Yan sighed helplessly, patting the warhorse’s neck to soothe it.

”Alright, alright, you can follow me.”

Now he finally understood: it seemed that the Domains people in the city could manifest were capable of bringing forth a day in this city’s vicinity from the past.

And the most terrifying day the other side had ever experienced, the strongest enemy they had encountered, was right now.

Wen Yan’s heart pounded wildly—he could more or less understand the psychological trauma the people of the Demon Kingdom must have; even though what appeared wasn’t real, Wen Yan still felt his body was about to instinctively bolt.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Natural Enemy Profession hadn’t reacted at all up to this point, Wen Yan would have already run off.

He quietly swapped on the title of Big Executor’s Nemesis, and stood quietly in place, holding his horse and waiting.

The figure who seemed to be walking here with an entire world in tow hadn’t even gotten close, yet already the wind around him began to roar, sand slashing by like blades, laced with some kind of strange power.

Wen Yan lifted his forearm in front of him, using his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose. As the forces grew stronger and he could see nothing at all, suddenly—the pouch on his waist was torn open by wind and sand, and a rib bone fell to the ground.

In an instant, the howling wind around him behaved like water hitting a rock, splitting obediently to both sides.

Wen Yan froze; he looked down, picked up the Tiger Bone.

With the Tiger Bone in hand, the sand and wind within three meters of him completely vanished, flowing smoothly to either side, not at all as if blocked, but as if naturally repelled.

”Mountain Lord Tiger Bone: Cures All Winds.”

Wen Yan was a little dumbfounded. Good grief, so ’all winds’ includes the literal ’wind,’ huh?

He tucked the Tiger Bone back at his waist. Now he was directionless on all sides—walls of sand enclosing him—so all he could do was rely on the impressions he’d gotten earlier.

He blessed himself and his warhorse with Yang Energy, leading the horse forward in this terrifying sandstorm. The green grass beneath his feet was already buried beneath yellow sand.

Before long, a splash of blood-red suddenly appeared in the windless space the Tiger Bone maintained.

Standing before this Big Executor for real, Wen Yan went ghostly pale; it wasn’t that he was scared—his body was scared.

No matter what Natural Enemy Profession you had, it just couldn’t bridge such an overwhelming gap.

By Wen Yan’s estimation, the person in front of him was at least five major levels above him, if not more.

Just the aura and pressure could suppress him physically.

Only up close did he see—the opponent’s clothes seemed stained by blood, though their original color didn’t look crimson at all.

Step by step, even the Tiger Bone couldn’t suppress the wind and sand that came off her; they forced their way right through.

The Big Executor’s eyes were a smoky grey, a bit dazed. She stretched out a hand toward Wen Yan.

Wen Yan gritted his teeth, surrendered then and there, bowing low in reverence.

”Fuyu Wen Yan pays respects to the Thirteenth Ancestral Lady. Aunt Gan—Gan Tang—misses you dearly.”

The Big Executor’s slender, clawed hand landed lightly on Wen Yan’s head.

Wen Yan didn’t hesitate to seize that connection, channeling a surge of Yang Energy through his head as a blessing.

A torrent of Yang Energy washed onto the Big Executor, and the smoky look in her eyes lit with a sudden golden brilliance. In that instant, the haze cleared.

She blinked. In the flash, her eyes regained life, golden irises shimmering with an aura that was both holy and strange.

She just tilted her head slightly, and as if something ruptured—the full force of her consciousness was upon them.

She looked down at Wen Yan in front of her; her lips curled in a faint smile as she gently rubbed his head, then reached out to pull him to his feet.

She glanced down and saw the fingernail on Wen Yan’s left middle finger. The Big Executor could feel the expectations imbued in that nail.

”Among all the rabble on Fuyu Mountain, finally a decent kid...”

She spoke in a slow lilt Wen Yan could just about understand.

She glanced about her, swiftly piecing together where she was and what was happening.

”I’m dead already, right?”

Wen Yan briefly explained where they were and what the situation was now.

The Big Executor nodded, golden radiance flashing in her eyes.

”Just watch. I’ll slaughter these reckless demons once more myself.”

As soon as she heard about it, the Big Executor’s temper flared. These demons had used Domain Reenactment of that day, trying to borrow her hand to butcher Fuyu Mountain’s current Scorching Sun.

These demons just hadn’t died thoroughly enough yet.

Fine, now was the time to fulfill her unfinished wish.

The Big Executor looked at Wen Yan as if he were her own junior. Strengthened by the Scorching Sun Blessing, she forcibly summoned a shred of consciousness for herself.

Even if what appeared here was just a mindless projection of her, her instincts remained; she could never bring herself to kill someone carrying the Scorching Sun.

Even less could she kill someone with the Scorching Sun who had received the Big Executor’s dying gift.

She reached out, grabbed Wen Yan’s hand like he was a small child, and step by step led him through the wind and sand.

Elsewhere, the Serpent Crown Cult Leader, having noticed Wen Yan had been swallowed up by the sands with no further movement, prepared to end the manifestation.

But as he tried to twist and pull out his scepter, it was as if he’d taken a massive blow; he spat blood and was sent flying through the air.

His expression changed drastically as he looked toward the outside of the city.

He saw the soaring sandstorm that reached earth and sky rolling and splitting to both sides.

The yellow sand surged like giant waves, roaring ever forward.

Atop the crest, the barefoot Big Executor led Wen Yan forward step by step; every time their feet touched down, an even higher sand wave would rise below them, lifting them onward.

The Big Executor’s eyes glittered gold, godlike, bringing with them a despair-inducing pressure. Unhurried, step by step.

Her expression was calm, the corners of her mouth curled in a faint smile—as though she was in a rather good mood.

But as the Serpent Crown Cult Leader watched, he spat another mouthful of fresh blood.