Harem Developing Villain

Chapter 264 Lin Yun Dies But He Summons A Demon Lord Of Purgatory

Wang Li kept his gaze on Lin Yun, watching every flinch, every grimace as his enemy lay crumpled at his feet, defeated but not dead. However, he held back the killing blow. He could feel Lin Yun's energy — faint yet potent — radiating with an odd resilience. It was clear to Wang Li's Heavenly Fate Pupils that Lin Yun was not an ordinary foe. A golden thread of destiny lingered over Lin Yun, flickering yet strong, like a protective shroud. Even weakened, he possessed a reservoir of destiny energy that marked him as someone the Heavenly Dao favored, if only slightly.

Wang Li had learned long ago the consequences of defying destiny recklessly. Killing Lin Yun in this state could trigger a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, the cosmic order that kept the realms in balance. Instead, Wang Li opted for a different path — to break Lin Yun's will without crossing the Heavenly Dao's bounds.

"You think you're anything but a tool to fate?" Wang Li taunted, his tone biting. "You're a puppet, Lin Yun, propped up by a destiny that you don't even deserve."

Lin Yun's breathing grew ragged, his gaze unfocused as he processed Wang Li's words. But something in his gaze shifted then, as if his spirit, fragile from the defeat, had begun to fracture irreparably.

Then, to Wang Li's surprise, a dark grin stretched across Lin Yun's bloodied lips. He let out a low, broken laugh, the sound unsettling as it echoed through the valley. "You think... you've won, Wang Li?" Lin Yun rasped, his voice laced with hatred and desperation. "You forced me to make my final move — one you'll regret for eternity."

Wang Li's eyes narrowed, his caution flaring. "Your final move?"

Lin Yun's body began to glow faintly with a dark crimson hue as he uttered a chilling phrase: "Slaughtering Demon Emperor's Legacy — Final Call of Purgatory!"

Wang Li felt an ominous surge of energy radiate from Lin Yun's body, a dark aura clawing its way through the air, growing thicker, more oppressive. Lin Yun's eyes shone with a deranged glint as he continued, his voice growing stronger, more resolute with each word.

"I sacrifice my life... my essence... everything I am, to summon a demon whose wrath will consume you!" Lin Yun's voice trembled with a perverse excitement. "I don't even know which demon will answer this call, but I know this... it will be powerful enough to end you, Wang Li!"

Wang Li's eyes widened. Without hesitation, he raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow and halt whatever ritual Lin Yun had triggered. But before his hand could descend, Lin Yun's body convulsed violently, his veins bulging, eyes bloodshot, and with a final agonized scream, his form collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

For a few tense moments, there was silence. Wang Li's hand hovered midair, his senses attuned to any shifts in the surroundings. He took a step back, watching Lin Yun's body, half-expecting a trap or some last feeble strike. But Lin Yun lay utterly still, no breath escaping his lips.

Wang Li barely managed to summon a barrier of Yin energy, "Obsidian Shield of Twilight," to deflect the projectile. The spear collided with his shield, shattering it instantly and forcing Wang Li back, the impact sending a shockwave through the valley.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Wang Li wasted no time, channeling both his Yin and Yang abilities to their peak. He extended his hands, summoning a swirling vortex of energy, "Eternal Yin-Yang Wrath," and hurled it at the Demon Lord. The vortex spiraled toward the demon, a relentless barrage of black and white energy designed to subdue even the strongest opponents.

But the Demon Lord merely grinned, unfazed. Raising one clawed hand, he conjured a wall of dark flame, "Abyssal Inferno," which clashed against Wang Li's attack, devouring it in a storm of seething shadows.

The demon advanced, his laugh echoing through the battlefield. "Is that all? I expected more from someone who dares defy the realms."

Wang Li clenched his fists, channeling the potent Yang energy within him as he charged forward. With a quick, fluid motion, he unleashed a series of rapid strikes, each blow infused with Yang energy. "Solar Strike Barrage!" The golden blasts collided against the Demon Lord, each one cracking against the demon's astral form, though the creature seemed barely affected.

In retaliation, the Demon Lord extended his hand, summoning a ghastly aura. "Hollow Bindings of the Abyss!" Dark chains erupted from the ground, snaking toward Wang Li with a speed that belied their massive size. Wang Li spun in place, slicing through the chains with a blade formed of condensed Yin energy, but the chains reformed instantly, wrapping around his arms and legs, locking him in place.

The demon's claws gleamed as he prepared another attack. "Fall before Oblivion!" A vortex of dark energy began to coalesce in the palm of his hand, swelling larger as it pulsed with malevolent intent.

Wang Li struggled, mustering his own counter as he summoned a Yin and Yang energy blade, "Celestial Eclipse Blade," managing to sever the chains that bound him just as the demon's vortex descended. Wang Li leapt back, the vortex narrowly missing him, but the energy left a searing cut on his side.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Li rallied his remaining strength. This demon's cultivation realm was limited to the Soul Integration level due to the nature of its astral projection, yet its techniques were honed to a degree that surpassed anything he had faced. Each clash, each exchange of attacks left Wang Li with fresh cuts and bruises, while the demon lord remained unaffected.

The Demon Lord sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You're nothing more than a mortal playing with fire, Wang Li," he mocked. "The depths of Purgatory have dealt with countless souls like you. Today, I'll ensure you join their ranks."

Wang Li's breath came in short gasps, blood trickling from his wounds.