I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 998 - 362: Manicure, Immortality Bug (5k) (Part 3)

"Wen Yan, this guy is quite strange, one hit might not be enough to kill him."

"I will make the first move, you seize the opportunity, you must seize the opportunity to finish him off."

"We need to kill him twice in a very short time."

"Understood, elder, please continue."

The Wudang Sect Leader lightly tapped the phone on the corner of the table, maintaining communication with several others.

"Prepare the Prison Demon Lock."

Wen Yan with his infuriating demeanor could make the furious Huo Yong, who was about to run away, turn around and fight desperately.

The Wudang Sect Leader now firmly believed that Wen Yan could draw hatred effectively.

With such a martial artist protector, they, as Taoists, could dare to perform some Dharma with full procedures; otherwise, efficiency would be the first priority.

The Wudang Sect Leader admitted that although he found Wen Yan’s words a bit cutting, he truly felt at ease while performing spells, daring to close his eyes and devote one hundred percent of his energy to it.

Before the spell even started, Wen Yan had already rushed forward, holding the Chunjun Mace.

Meanwhile, after Huo Yong recovered, his body was engulfed in flames, with the outer flames taking on a black hue.

As he swallowed a gulp of black beads, their effects started to manifest, and Huo Yong’s aura rapidly soared, his form began to transform into a beastly shape.

Both hands sprouted claws, an exoskeleton appeared on his back, and his spine grew jet-black spikes.

Huo Yong’s eyes were black and red as he roared something unintelligible, and his figure vanished instantly.

At the same time, the gray cloth wrapped around Wen Yan’s left arm flew out, straightening like iron and embedding into the ground.

As the gray cloth tightened, Wen Yan, who had rapidly approached, suddenly shifted sideways by more than a meter in the air.

The next moment, Huo Yong, who had vanished into thin air, suddenly appeared at Wen Yan’s previous location, his massive claw slamming into the ground.

Wen Yan halted his steps, swung his form, creating a large arc, his hand gripping the Chunjun Mace, onto which the Explosive Great Sun Blessing had been applied.

The numerous runes on it instantly activated, each like a meteoric force cascading onto the Chunjun Mace, seemingly activating a fusion reaction in an instant, transforming the mace in Wen Yan’s grip into a blazing sun.

Wen Yan twisted his waist, using his entire body’s power to drive and heavily strike the side of Huo Yong’s skull with the mace.

With a muffled bang, Huo Yong’s body was forcefully blasted away.

His limbs dug grooves into the ground, and after retreating over a dozen meters, he stabilized his posture again.

Half of his head, along with half of his shoulder, seemed to be crushed directly into his chest.

He extended his hand, producing a mass of black beads from his palm, and relentlessly devoured them into his mouth.

Huo Yong unleashed true fury, growling in some unknown language as Wen Yan glanced at the phone on his waist, confirming it was still recording sound, he gripped the Chunjun Mace and assumed a fighting stance.

The mythical ring on his right hand started to change, wrapping and covering his right hand, merging with the Chunjun Mace.

"It’s great if he can’t be killed. Ever since I began cultivating, I’ve never encountered someone who could truly test my strength. Oh boy, you sure keep your nails well-trimmed, come, let’s continue."

Wen Yan’s battle intent continued to rise, his internal Qi and blood began to boil, a feeling he could only ask Bai Jiahui for help before, now rapidly soaring.

He felt his Qi and blood boiling, his strength integrating faster, the Yang Energy in his body surging, transforming into visible flames.

"Come!"

He stepped on the Heavenly Gang, shaking his left hand, the gray cloth flew out, increasing his speed.

With each step, he left a footprint on the ground, a sudden burst exploded behind him, his speed climbed again.

After three consecutive steps, he gripped the Chunjun Mace, striking down head-on, the force surging from within his body pouring out through his power.

The blazing sun in his hand burned, transformed into brilliance, all forces merged into one, just as Huo Yong braced both arms to withstand the blow.

The dazzling light transformed into a seven or eight meter long blade, slicing straight through Huo Yong.

The ghostly and demonic Qi evaporated in large volumes from his body.

A single strike rendered his form a mere afterimage, whooshing backwards and vanishing in an instant, reappearing in a blink at the end of the road.

Huo Yong spewed a mouthful of black blood, his body nearly split in two, spewing out a large amount of black blood.

He stretched out a hand, grasped his nearly cleaved body, and with force pulled it back together rapidly.

At this time, Taoists from Wudang in three other directions also finished chanting.

From beneath the earth, shadowy projections of black chains flew out, entangling Huo Yong’s limbs, torso, and neck.

The other end of the chains bore virtual images of a turtle, snake, and crane in three directions respectively.

This was a secret technique specializing in confining demons.

Wen Yan wouldn’t waste such an opportunity, he leaped forward, rose into the air, grasping the Great Sun with both hands, descended from above, smashing directly onto Huo Yong’s skull.

Simultaneously, a swift surge of Yin Qi and ghost energy flew over Huo Yong’s body, forming ghostly faces that rushed at Wen Yan’s attack, appearing crazed, frantically roaring curses.

Under the Great Sun, the faces shattered and dissolved in rapid succession.

The burning Qi and blood rolled powerfully, shattering over twenty faces with a single blow.

A massive rebound force erupted from within, blasting Wen Yan backwards.

The gray cloth quickly flew out, embedding into the ground to both ends, buffering and halting Wen Yan.

As the dust settled, within the swirling black energy, Huo Yong’s form had transformed into a half-human, half-beast figure, towering over two meters tall even with all fours on the ground.

His limbs were thick, his mouth sporting tusks a foot long, half his face charred and demonized, the other half sporting a blue face and tusks, with two curved horns growing slowly amid flames.

The faces emerging on his body, wailing in hopeless despair, were retracted.

Wen Yan’s expression darkened, this guy really knew how to leverage issues, using his power to suppress the backlash from swallowing too many soul bodies in one breath.

Just when it seemed his aura was growing stronger and the chains were about to fail in restraining him, Wen Yan’s "Nemesis of Ghosts and Gods" title suddenly reacted.