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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.

And then, a whisper of energy stirred.

Wang Li's instincts flared. A subtle yet ominous aura of Yin energy had begun gathering, slowly coalescing in the air above Lin Yun's lifeless body. His Heavenly Fate Pupils caught the movement, tracking wisps of energy that spiraled together, forming dark, swirling clouds that pulsated with a malevolent force.

As he gazed upward, a chilling sight met his eyes. Dark purple smoke gathered at a single point in the sky, swirling and shifting until it began to take shape, growing denser by the second. Wang Li's heart pounded as he discerned the inhuman form materializing from the smoke — a massive, shadowy figure with spiked horns and eyes that gleamed with a predatory, red light.

The form solidified, revealing a demon of monstrous proportions. It had an imposing, heavily armored torso covered in thick, black scales that seemed to absorb the surrounding light. Its long, sinewy limbs ended in taloned fingers, each claw shimmering with dark energy. A twisted crown of jagged horns framed its elongated face, and its fanged maw was twisted into a cruel sneer, eyes surveying the surroundings with a savage intelligence.

The aura emanating from this being was suffocating. The demon's mere presence made the air thick and cold, radiating a force that made even the most seasoned warriors in Wang Li's company instinctively shrink back. Wang Li's brows furrowed as he took in the demon's form, recognition dawning.

This was no ordinary demon. This was a Demon Lord from the depths of Purgatory itself, a realm known for harboring the cruelest and most ancient entities. Lin Yun, in his desperation, had summoned one of Purgatory's rulers.

The Demon Lord's crimson eyes narrowed, his gaze scanning the unfamiliar landscape, before falling upon Lin Yun's corpse with detached curiosity. He knelt, examining the lifeless body with one sharp claw, his expression thoughtful. A low, guttural chuckle escaped his lips as he sensed the lingering essence of the forbidden technique, the faint contract inscribed in Lin Yun's energy that had bound him to this realm.

"So… it is by your sacrifice that I am here," the Demon Lord murmured, his voice a gravelly rumble that shook the valley. "A mortal contract with the Abyssal Coven… I am summoned, yet it seems only my astral body is present in this realm."

He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with malevolent glee as they locked onto Wang Li. In that instant, a dark command surged through the Demon Lord's mind — an order to eliminate Wang Li and all of his allies. The entity understood this command, a vestige of Lin Yun's hatred intertwined with the dark will of Purgatory. The Demon Lord sneered, recognizing Wang Li's formidable aura.

"Wang Li," the Demon Lord intoned, his voice a dark whisper laced with malice. "Prepare to be annihilated."

Without warning, the Demon Lord's hand shot forward, gathering dark energy that congealed into a jet-black spear, streaked with veins of crimson. "Nightmare Piercer!" he roared, hurling the weapon at Wang Li with the force of a thousand storms.

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.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om