I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan glanced at the Wudang Sect Leader who had already taken action. He put back on his Witch Song, continued to explore this thing, then crossed his arms and observed from the edge.

Several people from Wudang had arrived, now surrounding from all sides. Wen Yan’s familiar Taoist Li Qi Xue from Wudang had also come, but he hadn’t been seen yet.

Now, after blowing up the small temple and statue of the Scarface Ghost and Wealth God, they opened the Dharma Altar together from all directions, just to be safe, they first activated the Demon-Trapping Great Array.

When Wen Yan looked over, he could feel that even the wind here seemed to be influenced, beginning to circle around the blank area centered on the Scarface Ghost and Wealth God.

As the imbalance between internal and external Yin and Yang energy gradually expanded, Wen Yan saw what seemed like a giant barrier on the ground, enclosing the Scarface Ghost and Wealth God.

It was an invisible power, even capable of separating the surrounding Yin energy. Wen Yan couldn’t quite understand it but knew vaguely that it was a unique method of Wudang.

Once the great array was opened and maintained, the Wudang Sect Leader continued the rituals, his hands forming finger signs, his mouth chanting incantations, and the formless aura on him began to rise exponentially in pressure.

Wen Yan couldn’t help but step back two steps.

To be honest, he had always thought that among the leaders of the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, only the Old Celestial Master was overwhelmingly powerful.

He actually always felt that the other sect leader level figures, although strong, were limited in strength, far from keeping pace with the resurgence of spiritual energy.

But at this moment, feeling this intangible pressure that seemed tangible, he truly understood.

It wasn’t that others were weak; it was just that the Old Celestial Master was too strong, the only one standing alone at the ceiling, with the resurgence of spiritual qi slowing him down instead.

However, others, who usually seemed quite ordinary, were completely different when they seriously made a move.

Just like Cai Heizi, usually unremarkable and loose, when he truly erupted, he soloed and sent away a Night Vigil Deity over ten meters tall.

And Cai Heizi seemed to be from Wudang...

The Wudang Sect Leader rarely took things seriously and now, opening the altar, even if it wasn’t a grand one, the oppressive feel was already making the Scarface Ghost and Wealth God feel the pressure from over a mile away.

But at this moment, as the small temple statue was instantly destroyed, his escape route was cut off. His figure flickered and appeared to vanish.

Yet, in the next moment, he appeared again at the edge of the sealing array, like he had collided into an invisible air wall.

Additionally, to ensure sufficient redundancy, the Scorching Sun Department had dug and severed multiple paths here.

To be safe, even the small paths were dug up and talismans buried, making them dead ends.

The Scarface Ghost and Wealth God tried to escape along a path and crashed into obstacles layered with several buffs.

The moment his figure materialized, it shattered into a large cloud of black smoke, just like water crashing into an obstacle.

The smoke quickly gathered, reforming the face of the Scarface Ghost and Wealth God.

But at the same time, the Wudang Sect Leader, with his left hand wrapping his right, both palms inward, left thumb pinching the right hand’s subline, and right thumb pinching the right hand’s noon line, formed the Tai Chi Seal.

The qi around him surged, stirring his Taoist robe with a fierce sound, his aura rising to the point where even a prompt appeared before Wen Yan’s eyes.

”Friendly reminder: To avoid being subdued, stay away from the area within a six-hundred-meter diameter, and at least ten meters from the Dharma Altar.”

Wen Yan heeded the warning, backing up over ten meters, grateful he had always been courteous to his seniors; otherwise, if he had been arrogant when visiting Wudang, he’d now be sitting at Wudang Mountain’s entrance watching the gate.

The Wudang Sect Leader, with the Tai Chi Seal in hand, finished chanting incantations, and shouted a command.

The next moment, the immense pressure suddenly intensified.

Wen Yan looked towards the barrier’s interior, faintly seeing the air there twisting, the massive pressure altering the air’s density.

In a daze, Wen Yan seemed to see Yin and Yang energy combining, forming a Tai Chi diagram, pressing down from above.

The moment he saw it, that faint Tai Chi diagram-like thing had already landed.

The massive black smoke face over two meters high was instantly subjected to dimensional suppression, in a blink flattened like paper, those black smokes beginning to swirl with the faint Tai Chi pattern.

The smoke seemed to be caught in a millstone, as Yin and Yang energy flowed, being forcibly obliterated.

The Scarface Ghost and Wealth God, in one encounter, were forcibly subdued and killed.

The black smoke body not only failed to help him escape, but made his death even easier.

Wen Yan glanced at the prompt content he had seen in his mind, noting changes regarding that guy.

The original three identities, the last one, Ghost Wealth God, had disappeared.

Only Huo Yong and Devil remained.

Wen Yan initially wanted to remind them but seeing the Wudang Sect Leader and other Wudang experts setting up arrays in different directions, completely unreactive, unwilling to relent, he shut his mouth, quietly waiting.

The Wudang Sect Leader watched the compass placed on the Dharma Altar, which slowly moved.

With a grave expression, he continued to wait for changes.

Within the barrier, the black smoke dissipated, Yin energy began to flow, and numerous ephemeral runes appeared. From afar, Wen Yan glanced, immediately taking out his phone to zoom in.

Feeling a sense of familiarity, he recorded a short segment and immediately handed it to the Black Box to compare with the previous footage.