I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 989 - 359: Appraisal by The Rich

As the yellow sand approached, like a knife cutting through water, the physical impact could only slightly obstruct a part and was fundamentally ineffective.

He now understood why The Rich chose to set up his temple in such a desolate place.

Whatever the Scorching Sun Department intended to do, it would face significant logistical challenges here.

Even if The Rich’s identity were exposed, with his current abilities, he could easily escape from here.

He just needed to head west, entering the largest desert of the Divine Land, stretching for thousands of kilometers, where it would be his home turf, allowing him to escape effortlessly.

In such a vast area, no equipment would be useful.

If necessary, he could even use his abilities to turn the tables here.

While this place is extremely unfriendly to flesh-and-blood creatures, it has no impact on The Rich; indeed, it is advantageous for him.

Wen Yan looked at the black smoke seeping from the ten-meter-wide sand waves and abandoned his initial idea.

He shook the Gray Cloth, and at the moment it was drawn up, the Gray Cloth used the momentum of the sand wave, pulling Wen Yan up with a leap.

And at that moment, the sand wave several meters high suddenly rose higher, and as Wen Yan was about to overcome the sand wave impact, it wrapped around his legs, pulling him into the sand wave.

As the sand wave rolled and surged, it swallowed Wen Yan bit by bit like sinking into quicksand.

At the instant of being completely submerged, the bracelet on Wen Yan’s wrist transformed into a stream, immersing into his mouth and nose.

The sand wave fell, circulating as it formed a massive mound, encasing Wen Yan inside.

The Rich attached himself to the sand, controlling a large amount of sand, and endured the blazing Yang Qi emanating from Wen Yan’s body, trying to suffocate him inside.

He chose this place prepared for the worst scenario, unless the Scorching Sun Department unknowingly placed a Mushroom Bomb directly under him, with its terrifying temperature of at least fifty million degrees and pure destructive power, instantly evaporating him.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t fear a fully armed army group coming at him.

The disadvantage of living beings is just that, having flesh and blood makes them too fragile.

Here, he could use the simplest method to eliminate living beings.

Now, by eliminating Wen Yan, he was ready to leave, heading west and leaving the Divine Land.

The temple he had in the Divine Land was destroyed, leaving no way out, so he had to find another way to leave.

The simplest method would naturally be utilizing Wen Yan.

Time passed little by little, and trapped in the enormous mound of sand, Wen Yan, pressed tightly, gradually became motionless.

In the intense heat, combined with a hint of fierce blood energy, the Yang Qi gradually dispersed.

As The Rich felt the discomfort, that feeling finally began to dissipate.

He calculated the time, and it had been over twenty minutes since Wen Yan was forcibly suffocated to death.

Even then, he prudently waited for five more minutes, and still, there was no movement.

Only then did The Rich start gathering his Ghost Wealth God body, as the black smoke permeated in the yellow sand gradually condensed.

Apart from the usual abilities of a Ghost Wealth God, he also possessed the extra abilities of manipulating yellow sand, attaching to sand, controlling corpses, possessing corpses, ground burrowing, Rising Wind, trust, Illusion Technique, among others.

Lastly, he added the experience and insight he had accumulated over many years, transformed into an identification ability.

As the black smoke gathered, he shuttled between the crevices of the yellow sand, arriving in front of Wen Yan.

When a part of the black smoke permeated into Wen Yan’s body, The Rich immediately sensed something was amiss.

The blood in Wen Yan’s body was still flowing; Wen Yan wasn’t dead yet.

Just as he wanted to retreat and disperse his form, Wen Yan opened his eyes, and light blossomed in his eyes, with the Explosive Great Sun Blessing descending upon him, the Yang Qi exploding, stronger by tenfold than before.

This time, the power that erupted was the power of Xin Dao, with Yang Qi, Power, and blood energy fully integrated together, incorporating the strengths of both tangible and intangible forms.

Accompanied by "tremors," the entire dune quaked, as every grain of sand seemed to collide with each other, the entire dune felt as if it was thrust into a vast vibrating sieve machine.

The difficulty of The Rich controlling the sand skyrocketed.

Just as the black smoke dispersed a bit, it was forcibly compressed back by the power erupting from all directions.

The dune gradually settled, and Wen Yan’s hands seemed ablaze with flames, using them as a carrier to seize a clump of black smoke ahead.

Inside the black smoke, The Rich struggled continuously, but it was to no avail; Wen Yan overpowered force with strength.

If it weren’t to prevent this guy from slipping into the desert, disappearing without a trace, causing endless harm, Wen Yan wouldn’t have bothered to put on a show with him.

Wen Yan had speculated before that a Ghost Wealth God with a physical form could possibly be this guy.

Now, without a statue or temple and no path to escape, relying on the clump of black smoke that is the body of the Ghost Wealth God?

Mostly, he’d still need a carrier to facilitate a lot of things.

There wasn’t anyone in tens of kilometers around here, with a body possessing authority right in front; would he not want it?

Sure enough, as the guy’s scattered Ghost Wealth God form gathered in front and seemingly keenly discovered something, Wen Yan couldn’t wait any longer.

Seeing his struggle futile, his face suddenly met Wen Yan’s gaze, initiating an Illusion Technique.

In Wen Yan’s eyes, he was continuously subduing the black smoke, compressing it, sealing it afterward into a small lead box.

In reality, there wasn’t a small lead box, only a Gray Cloth imbued with Yang Qi, continuously wrapping and forming into a ball, compressing without end.

The Rich wanted to escape but found it futile, unable to penetrate that bizarre Gray Cloth, and even Wen Yan’s simple and brutal suppression showed no sign of slackening.

In the last glance, through the crevices, he saw a hint of mockery in Wen Yan’s eyes.

Forcefully identifying again, and with eyes nearly blind, he vaguely saw—on the next layer—a figure in a red dress resembling the back of a Demon God.

Wen Yan completely sealed The Rich, and added once more an Explosive Great Sun enhancement to the seal.

At this moment, the small lead box in Wen Yan’s eyes transformed into the Gray Cloth wrapped into a ball.

Wen Yan looked around, scoffing.

"You want to identify me here, Melon Peel, you sure know how to choose a place. I bet you don’t even know why this place turned into a desert."

Sand waves barely exceeding ten meters were nowhere near the imposing majesty from back then when Aunt walked here.

This was the path Aunt once tread.

He had Aunt’s blessing; wherever he died, it wouldn’t be at the mercy of this place’s yellow sand.

If it wasn’t for capturing such an elusive and significant character alive, he wouldn’t have bothered performing.