I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 450 - 186 The Despair of Being Too Afraid to Even Try, The Best Wishes (5k)_2

Chapter 450: Chapter 186 The Despair of Being Too Afraid to Even Try, The Best Wishes (5k)_2

I believe that anyone who could make the Big Executor still want to protect him even at the end, must be a truly good child.

It’s rare for Fuyu Mountain to have such a good child; protect him well, don’t let anyone bully him.

I am fine, I died for what I should, willingly, so there’s no need for you to search any longer.

The yellow sands here, are all me.

The winds here, are also all me.

When you someday enter the secret chamber and do as I said, you will understand.

Big Aunt’s tone was slow and unhurried, like a gentle noble lady, speaking softly, serenely sharing her inner thoughts without any pride or impatience.

And on the other side, the Serpent Crown Cult Leader removed the venomous serpent from his head. He cut open his own chest with a knife, letting the serpent burrow into his heart.

The aura around him began to rise relentlessly; the entire manifested world was filled with chilly darkness, and thick resentment surged upward.

This was the resentment born from the destruction, in those days, of the entire Sacred Fire Sect and the whole Demon Kingdom.

The Serpent Crown Cult Leader spread his arms wide, absorbing all the resentment into his body, letting out a furious howl to the heavens, as blood burst from his body, and he seemed, in that instant, to turn into a dried corpse.

His whole being condensed into tangible resentment, turning into black flames that coiled around him.

As he howled, Big Aunt turned her head slightly, casting a sidelong glance at him.

"If it weren’t for wanting to say a few more words, I’d kill you right now."

With a wave of Big Aunt’s hand, the Serpent Crown Cult Leader was struck as if by a mighty blow, instantly vanishing from where he stood and smashing heavily into the high tower behind.

The tower collapsed with a thunderous crash. The Serpent Crown Cult Leader raged and howled as black flames devoured him; struggling, he crawled bit by bit from the ruins, his entire body nearly falling apart, no longer human.

Big Aunt ignored him, still facing Wen Yan’s phone, as if there were countless words left to say and she wanted to let them all out in one breath.

As she spoke, Big Aunt suddenly fell silent, letting out a somewhat melancholy sigh.

"No matter how much is said, it cannot be returned. Remember what I have told you—do not cling to the past."

Then Big Aunt lifted her head, reached out a hand, and gently ruffled Wen Yan’s hair as if comforting a child.

"Live well; you will surely find your way back. Since you made it here, there must be a way out. All things in this world have their patterns; you just haven’t discovered them yet."

"I understand, Big Aunt. I won’t give up either."

"Good."

Big Aunt turned, the yellow sands beneath her feet churning, now level with the ground. She led Wen Yan, treading the sands, walking step by step toward the Serpent Crown Cult Leader.

Confronted once more by such a god-like presence, the Serpent Crown Cult Leader was plunged into utter despair, even deeper than before.

Back then, he had tried everything; all his techniques were like an ant flailing, at most assuming the posture of dying.

Now, of course, he knew that whatever he tried was futile; he could not change the final outcome.

He knew too that it was precisely because he existed, that this divine being existed as well, and that in the end she would have to vanish with him.

And the true instigator of all this—was Wen Yan. The person he wanted to kill now was Wen Yan.

No matter what, he had to kill the bearer of Scorching Sun.

The sound of footsteps crunching on sand drew nearer and nearer, the oppression intensifying. The Serpent Crown Cult Leader had not even the courage to resist; all he could think of was perishing together.

He absorbed all the resentment, then turned and lunged toward the toppled high tower and the vast fallen fire basin.

His features twisted, he laughed madly, and threw himself into the flames.

He manifested all that existed in this instant; he had no way to stop of his own will—so he may as well die.

The flames consumed his body, transforming all within him into fuel. All the Demon Kingdom’s resentment became fuel for the fire, spurring the flames ever greater.

On the scarlet tongues of flame, a thread of black gradually appeared. Billowing black smoke rose as a column into the sky, and in an instant, those smoky plumes began to burn as well, the fire spreading with the smoke in all directions.

The blaze itself began to expand at a breakneck pace, swelling ever larger.

This world, once as vivid as reality, now began to collapse; the sweeping yellow sand started to disperse.

The sandstorm world brought by Big Aunt faded bit by bit with it.

"Big Aunt, let me."

Wen Yan bestowed a vast reserve of Yang Energy upon Big Aunt, then swapped in the Jade Pivot Fire Mansion Authentic Talisman, striding into the flames.

Big Aunt gazed at Wen Yan’s silhouette, briefly lost in thought. She smiled, saying nothing. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

She had originally wanted to say, last time, she extinguished the Sacred Fire these demon folk claimed could never die. Now, before she faded, to do it once more was of no consequence.

But seeing Wen Yan step into those ceaselessly burning flames unharmed, she was reassured and simply stood where she was, gazing at the battle steed Wen Yan had always held by the reins, which now shivered uncontrollably and knelt upon the ground.

She reached out and stroked the steed’s neck.

"Ah, horse, you’ve found a good master—be good and behave yourself, hm?"

The battle steed gave a violent shudder, its eyes rolled back, and it collapsed onto the ground, nearly fainting away.

It was only a rather good horse among its herd—how could it endure the touch of such a one? That it had not died of terror, that its liver and gall had not burst, was only because it was already dead...

Big Aunt smiled, paying no heed to the terrified mount. She fixed her gaze upon the ever-expanding blaze.

When the flames reached her, they parted as if of their own accord to both sides.

By force of her own power, she held back the world’s dissolution; she simply wanted to see how Wen Yan would vanquish this Sacred Fire. Should he falter, she would not hesitate to intervene.