I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 445 - 184: The Function of Paper Money, The New Sacred Fire (5k)_3

What a tragic death. Still in its embryonic stage, it suffered a head-on clash with the core rules of the Netherworld, all thanks to Gauss’s trap. Utter annihilation.

What’s even more astonishing is that Gauss himself had no clue who his opponent was, nor what they had encountered.

Fortunately, it was the Flame Demon’s embryo that first sensed the summoning and hurriedly rushed to respond.

Otherwise, the one played to death by Gauss would likely have been him, Wen Yan.

The Serpent Crown Sect Hierarch stood on the altar, gazing into the distance. Feeling the Yang Energy emanating from Wen Yan’s body, his corpse-like face began to tremble.

He took out a Scepter, raised it high, and spoke in an ancient tongue. One by one, Ghosts emerged and began a bloody sacrificial ritual.

The Ghosts died continuously on the altar. Their bodies didn’t immediately dissipate after death; instead, they gradually turned into fresh blood, pooling on the altar.

The Serpent Crown Sect Hierarch looked up at the flames on the high tower and forcefully plunged the Scepter into the center of the altar.

An invisible ripple spread from the center of the altar. Wherever it passed, it was as if it painted everything with color. A halo burst forth, and everything within the city seemed to return to its former state.

The city’s base tone was an earthy yellow, yet it was decorated with all sorts of other colors.

All the Ghosts seemed to have returned to their former living selves. The Serpent Crown Sect Hierarch transformed into a man with a long beard and a cold gaze. A venomous snake was coiled around his head, its tongue hissing.

Within the high tower, the flames continued to burn. Their radiating brilliance seemed to create a vibrant world in the middle of the Netherworld.

Fresh food was laid out on the street stalls, alongside slightly wilted fruit. Little lizards scurried rapidly across the walls. In the kitchens, hung sheep and humans dripped blood together.

Everything seemed to return to the hustle and bustle of when it was alive, extraordinarily lively.

The Serpent Crown Sect Hierarch pointed towards the city outskirts. Warriors on horseback, brandishing scimitars and roaring, charged out of the city.

The impact spread from the city center, continuing outward until it encompassed the area where Wen Yan was located.

Wen Yan saw the black-gray earth turn earthy yellow. Grass sprouted from beneath it, spreading rapidly like a wave. In the blink of an eye, he was standing on grassland.

The steed he rode also seemed to have returned to life. The horse attempted to chew on the grass but immediately shook its head and spat it out, a clear indication that the grass wasn’t real.

Even though it wasn’t a true revival to life, accomplishing such a large-scale resurrection would have at least one effect, Wen Yan knew. That effect would be to shield his immense Yang Energy, the natural nemesis of Ghosts. Under these circumstances, he probably couldn’t effortlessly crush those Ghosts with his Yang Energy anymore.

Faced with this situation, Wen Yan, however, smiled.

The other party put on such a grand display, as if forcibly erecting a Domain, merely to restrain his Yang Energy from unleashing its absurd power. That only proved one thing: they really had no better option. Wen Yan only needed a regular attack, yet the opponent had to unleash their ultimate move. Such haste also revealed one thing: the Ghost inside didn’t want him to break into the city.

Wen Yan gently patted the neck of the warhorse beneath him.

"Good horse, more cavalry are coming, charging right at you! Fight quickly. After this is over, you’ll come with me. I guarantee you’ll eat your fill every day. Even my cat... um, and my bird, they have enough money to order takeout every day, eating whatever they fancy."

The dark gray warhorse shook its neck, tossing its forelock, and nickered softly. It was unclear whether it understood Wen Yan’s words.

Regardless, the warhorse beneath him had just eaten its fill. It was robust and strong, and it eyed the charging Knights opposite them with displeasure.

Before Wen Yan could say anything more, two streams of hot air snorted from the warhorse’s nostrils as it charged towards the oncoming Knights.

Wen Yan laughed heartily, grabbed the reins, and lowered his body.

"Alright, let’s meet them head-on! Do these guys think that aside from Yang Energy, I’m useless? Let’s go! Let them witness what a Martial Artist who only began to emerge in later generations truly looks like!"

Charging alone against dozens of cavalrymen, Wen Yan’s heartbeat quickened like a drumbeat. His blood surged, stimulating a great amount of Yang Energy. This energy was drawn in, merging with his blood, integrating his vital energy and Yang Energy throughout his entire body.

Unarmed, he faced an oncoming Knight. In the fleeting moment they crossed paths, his arm seemed to swell out of thin air, becoming like a Big Spear. It forcibly broke through the Knight’s defense, and he landed a heavy punch on the Knight’s chest.

A burst of power, fused with his vital energy and Yang Energy and carrying a strand of hidden force, penetrated the Knight’s body.

CRACK! The man flew backward. By the time he was airborne, a large bulge had already formed on his back. Wen Yan made a backward grab, seizing the scimitar from him. The moment the Yang Energy Blessing was applied, the bloody and malevolent aura on the blade dissipated, replaced by a brilliant radiance, as if it were aflame.

Grasping the scimitar, he swung it left and right, clashing directly with the opponents. Each strike carried power far beyond that of an ordinary man. A single downward chop sent both Knight and horse crashing to the ground.

The Knight, cleaved and falling, still tried to swing his scimitar, aiming for the legs of Wen Yan’s horse.

The warhorse snorted disdainfully and, while still galloping, kicked the Knight’s head with a hind hoof, instantly breaking his neck.

In that single charge and exchange, Wen Yan cut down the six Knights he’d engaged. As he turned, he patted his horse’s head, infusing it with a large amount of Yang Energy.

"Hahaha! Good horse! Let’s wipe them out and give their leader a little taste of what a mere Third Stage Warrior can do!"

The warhorse, now blessed with abundant Yang Energy, seemed to have flames igniting in its eyes and at its hooves. Its Battle Intent boiled over as it let out an arrogant neigh. Wen Yan flicked the reins, and the horse charged forward once more. The combined might of horse and rider resembled an onrush of dozens of cavalrymen.

A single man and horse managed to suppress the dozens of opponents.