I Am Your Natural Enemy

If two mountains truly collided with each other, he might not necessarily die. The most likely scenario is that his body would embed itself inside the mountain, and the seemingly immense weight would not entirely bear down on him.

But the power before was transformed from the aura, even if the transformed power might only be a fraction of the mountain’s weight, it would still certainly be measured in tens of thousands of tons.

Under such power, no flesh and blood could hope to withstand it.

Unfortunately for the Mountain Ghost, Wen Yan didn’t run; instead, he used the force dragging him to accelerate, and since Wen Yan was not afraid of labyrinth-like places, he rushed into the Mountain Ghost’s core area at a speed beyond its reaction limits.

Now the mountain was trembling without pause, the Mountain Ghost was like a berserk creature.

The Mystical Realm was seized, its hardware foundation had been taken away.

The Guardian’s title was stripped, its software foundation was also gone.

He was now equivalent to a truly malevolent being, with no Yang Energy blessings, and no legitimacy.

Initially grand and vast, the aura was now dominated by malice, chilliness, and resentment.

The furious Mountain Ghost began to feel fear, he could no longer care about anything else, he just wanted to quickly kill Wen Yan or get him out of the mountain.

Accompanied by the Mountain Ghost’s furious roar, lost souls covered in grievances crawled up from the mountain, with massive Yin Qi and resentment transforming into howling winds, rushing through the underground space.

A lost soul, with half its shoulder and arm missing, walked at the front of the group, laughing wildly and howling in an unknown language.

After emerging from the ground, all the lost souls swarmed into the labyrinthine spaces within the mountain, launching a saturation attack on all the paths.

When their gathered power turned into a wave, rapidly filling all the passageways inside the mountain, one stream of power reached this core underground space, and all the lost souls found their direction.

They charged into the underground space together.

However, as they entered, surrounded by Yin Qi and ghostly energy, with overwhelming resentment, the first thing they saw was wave upon wave of crimson gold flames surging towards them.

The main power in this flame was Yang Energy, which naturally counters these malevolent, Yin creatures. It also contained Heart Fire, making it absolutely crushing.

Wen Yan was in a state enhanced by the Explosive Great Sun, and this ferocious power made it impossible for these broken Yin spirits to overwhelm Wen Yan by sheer numbers.

The crimson-gold wave surged through, flooding this underground space, and the lost souls buried in resentment and Yin Qi were instantly engulfed, dissipating as soon as they were swept by the wave.

Wen Yan frowned slightly. Is the Mountain Ghost insane, releasing these lost souls for what purpose?

The power that even harms the Mountain Ghost himself — does he really expect these souls to pile up and kill him?

A thought crossed his mind as he felt the continuous quaking of the space, the underground area where interwoven stone, like plant roots, began breaking one by one, and the place started collapsing continuously.

Wen Yan turned his thoughts, but the perpetually burning flames failed to trigger the last probabilistic special effect, and Wen Yan couldn’t wait any longer.

Following the direction in his mind, he swiftly traversed the passages within the mountain’s belly, where the crimson-gold flames passed, all the malicious spirits turned to ash and perished.

When he rushed in one direction and found it already collapsed, he switched to another, only to encounter more collapses blocking his way.

He thought of what he saw before coming in, observing that vast Yin Qi flowing like a river underground.

He immediately turned and advanced towards a deeper area, sprinting all the way. A few minutes later, he finally sensed the cool water vapor coming from a certain direction.

Following the source of the vapor, he walked no more than two or three hundred meters, and saw a rushing underground river beneath the mountain. The river water was icy cold, with markings on both banks evidence of long-term erosion.

Wen Yan leaped into the water, immediately feeling as if he had escaped the Mountain Ghost’s sphere of influence, the pressure on his body suddenly decreasing significantly, as the Heavy as a Mountain effect dissipated naturally.

The mountains trembled, and the Mountain Ghost’s furious roars continued. But sensing Wen Yan being forced into the water, the Mountain Ghost’s maniacal laughter echoed throughout the mountain’s interior.

”You seize my Mystical Realm, waste my aura, and still wish to run!

You can’t escape, you will surely die.”

In the underground river, a sudden surge of water flowed in, swiftly flooding the three or four meter wide, seven or eight meter high underground riverway completely.

The violent current tried to sweep Wen Yan away. He reached out his hand, pressing lightly against the giant wave, and the water instantly calmed down. The flow filled the area completely, but Wen Yan remained in the water, contemplating the direction to escape, knowing downstream was the only path.

The stone walls trembled, and gradually formed a stone face, staring at the water. However, Wen Yan wasn’t carried away by the current as expected and showed no signs of suffocation.

Instead, Wen Yan remained standing, taking a step forward, stirring up a torrent in the water, appearing before the face, extending his left hand, and striking it with his palm.

This time, in a Borrowed Vision state, he finally saw what the Mountain Ghost’s consciousness looked like.