Chapter 528

"Da Dong, brothers of Dongcheng Guard, transfer your combat power to me—I'll immobilize them, and I'll make the Nine Void Demons 'change their names,'" Lin Yu suggested with a wicked grin.

Did he want to kill a few demons to reduce pressure for the coming battle?

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed.

Wang Da Dong and the Dongcheng Guard members, who were close to Lin Yu, instantly teleported behind him and poured all their abilities into Lin Yu.

Lin Yu roared: "Body Bind Technique!"

After casting Body Bind Technique, Lin Yu immediately drew his (Zhao Hao) longsword and unleashed a Heavenly Annihilation Strike at several nearby demons.

In the blink of an eye, the last few of the Nine Void Demons, still unaware of what had happened, collapsed under Lin Yu's attack—nearly wiped out entirely.

But the enemy wasn't passive; Lin Yu's Body Bind Technique was quickly broken, and as the battle progressed, the enemy began to counter. Seeing this, Lin Yu decisively made a run for it.

The remaining Nine Void Demons tried to chase, but Wang Da Dong and the Dongcheng Guard swiftly retracted their power and rushed to aid Lin Yu.

Soon after, Lin Yu returned to his original position.

The strongest of the Nine Void Demons watched Lin Yu, who had killed his brothers and fled, and though not saddened or pained, he was so furious he stomped his feet.

【358】 Dishonorable Lin Yu, furious Void Demon Clan!

"White Path ability users are so hypocritical! Always preaching justice, yet resorting to underhanded tactics—utterly dishonorable!"

Wang Da Dong shot back without mercy: "Did Diablo the Demon Lord show any honor when he secretly ambushed Xia Tian? When dealing with scum like you, who cares about dishonor or not? Stop talking—fight if you dare."

While Wang Da Dong and the strongest Void Demon were trading insults, Lin Yu had already ordered the Dongcheng Guard to evacuate Lei Ting and the others first.

The Dongcheng Guard didn't hesitate—they turned and ran.

Lin Yu sensed no other demon folk nearby, and turned to Xiu.

"Xiu, there don't seem to be any other demons around. I didn't expect these demons to be this stupid—only this many? I should've wiped them all out. I sent A Xiang and the others ahead; even if reinforcements arrive, our combat power is still strong enough to fight."

Xiu also sensed and confirmed no other demonic presences, and agreed with the plan—but added:

"We must end this battle as quickly as possible. No matter how many we eliminate, we leave immediately after securing our goal."

"Right. We need to conserve energy—don't overexert ourselves. I'll hold off the strongest of the Nine Void Demons. Da Dong, Xiu—you two defeat your opponents fast, then join me to take down the strongest Void Demon together."

Xiu and Wang Da Dong replied: "Got it!"

The remaining Nine Void Demons couldn't withstand more than a few strikes before Lin Yu, now with weapon authority activated and his destructive power enhanced, felt confident he could swiftly eliminate them.

He'd expected the Nine Void Demons to be formidable, but they turned out to be mere cannon fodder—pathetically dim-witted, like generic side characters in a novel, textbook sacrificial pawns.

He seemed to have forgotten that without his unexpected intervention, Wang Da Dong and the others would've been thoroughly crushed by these very demons.

Returning to reality, Lin Yu faced the enemy commander, while Wang Da Dong picked a weaker opponent with only around 24,000 combat power.

Wang Da Dong initially struggled, but soon turned the tide, even gaining the upper hand. Xiu faced a demon with a combat power of 40,000—neither side could gain a decisive advantage.

Lin Yu, meanwhile, fought one-on-four, facing opponents with combat powers of 40,000, 50,000, and 60,000—yet he remained calm and held clear advantage.

He sensed his blade's power had surged dramatically; even a casual swing could leave a 40,000-power demon unable to defend.

He seized the moment, aiming for Quick battle, quick decision.

At first, unfamiliar with the enemy's fighting style, he could only suppress them—not win quickly. But as time passed, he grew increasingly familiar with their tactics, found their weaknesses, and ruthlessly eliminated them one by one.

Unexpectedly, Wang Da Dong single-handedly defeated his opponent.

Now, only the leader of the Nine Void Demons remained, fighting alone; seeing all his brothers wiped out, he grew panicked and tried to flee.

Suddenly, Lin Yu, Wang Da Dong, and Xiu sensed many powerful presences—their expressions hardened.

The previously struggling Void Demon leader suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Accept your fate!"

The three exchanged glances and turned away without hesitation—their resolve absolute.

The Void Demon leader stared blankly at their retreating backs, muttering to himself.

"What's going on? How come these righteous ability users, who supposedly fear no death, don't follow the rules? They just ran off?"

The three, sensing the overwhelming demonic presences behind them, sprinted at full speed, unleashing all their combat power and teleporting away.

Three figures darted through the forest, pursued relentlessly by the force behind them like hunting hounds.

Even the stunned "Void Demon One" snapped out of his shock and led the reinforcements in furious pursuit of Lin Yu, Xiu, and Wang Da Dong.

Suddenly, among the many presences, Lin Yu recognized two familiar fluctuations.

These two energies felt familiar—he suddenly realized they might be Demon One and Demon Four.

"They've also arrived in this timeline," Lin Yu thought to himself.

And the strongest aura he sensed lay ahead of Demon One and Demon Four—surpassing even the Void Demon leader.

"Demon hierarchy matters greatly. Could this guy be Demon One and Demon Four's superior? Is he the Demon Lord? He's appeared too—Diablo the Demon Lord clearly has 'special' interest in Wang Da Dong!" Lin Yu mused.

Facing the relentless pursuit from behind, Lin Yu internally grumbled.

I remember there were very few Demon Lords across all timelines—why are there suddenly so many now?

The Void Demon leader's combat power exceeded 50,000—already in the Demon Lord tier, given he served Diablo.

But what surprised Lin Yu was that Demon One's combat power had also surpassed 40,000, entering the weakest Demon Lord tier.

"It's been barely a short while since we left the timeline, and things have deteriorated so fast! But our own combat power has barely improved at all!" Lin Yu complained helplessly.

Lin Yu, Xiu, and Wang Da Dong ran desperately but couldn't shake off the demons behind them—they clung like sticky glue.

Worse, the Demon Lord's overwhelming aura pressed closer and closer.

As the distance shrank, the Demon Lord's pressure intensified—even from afar, the oppressive force remained crushing.

Fortunately, they had already ordered A Xiang and the Dongcheng Guard to evacuate first; otherwise, with this speed, none of them would've escaped.

The three exhaled in relief.

【359】 Relentlessly pursued, the three face off against the Demon Lord!

For now, they could only flee at full speed—all three had good stamina, none were a liability, and they only needed to watch out for Wang Da Dong.

Everything else could be ignored—they'd just gotten lucky.

At this moment, they dared not scatter; if they separated, Da Dong would surely become the primary target, and he would have no chance of survival alone.

The three could only cling tightly together to have any chance of survival.

Their speed had reached its limit, yet they still could not pull far enough ahead of the demonic creature; instead, it grew closer and closer.

The Demon Lord's speed far surpassed theirs; the distance between them shrank rapidly.

After fleeing for half a day…

Lin Yu suddenly informed the two: "Ahead should be the White Dao's territory—hold on a little longer."

The Demon Lord seemed to have discerned their thoughts; he grew serious and accelerated to full power, his speed surging abruptly.

The distance between him and Lin Yu and the others shrank sharply—from three hundred meters to two hundred, then one hundred, finally fifty.

He gathered strength in his palm and launched a sudden strike at the three.

Lin Yu and the others sensed the power behind them and all stopped, immediately shifting into defensive stances.

Even so, under the Demon Lord's single blow, the two besides Lin Yu spat blood and suffered heavy injuries.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord revealed a wicked smile.

"Run! Keep running! Don't you love running? Why stop? Hahaha!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another surge of power coalesced and struck. Xiu, forcing himself through his injuries, shouted out with his ability.

"Shield!" The protective barrier formed instantly—and shattered, not even holding for a second.

Before Xiu and Wang Da Dong could react, a force hurled them through the air, slamming them hard against distant trees; blood gushed from their mouths, and Xiu's injuries worsened.

Lin Yu staggered to his feet, drew his weapon, and prepared to fight—but as soon as he stood, the Demon Lord, grinning wickedly, delivered another heavy blow to all three.

The group was struck again, grievously wounded; since arriving in this timeline, Lin Yu's combat power had been suppressed, and now, battered by the Demon King, his consciousness was growing hazy.

Wang Da had long since fainted; Xiu was barely holding on, but his Shen Feng Pike had been knocked away, and he had no strength left to fight.

"Damn it! This is unbearable! If not for my combat power being suppressed, how could I have been wounded?" Every time Lin Yu felt he had regained enough strength, reality struck him down again—this feeling nearly broke him.

"Will we lose? I truly wish to see Xiao Lan once more, to hold her tightly one last time." Suddenly, music arose behind him, accompanied by a deafening sound; he glimpsed a flicker of red shadow—and lost consciousness.

Scene shift: the present Golden Timeline.

Xiao Lan was melancholy every day; Li Li Yanyan, seeing her younger sister in this state, understood that something had happened to her.

He spoke softly, cautiously asking: "Sister, what's wrong? I feel your mood isn't good—have you encountered something sorrowful?"

"Whatever it is, tell your sister. I'll help you think of a solution—it might help you resolve it!" Li Li Yanyan's tone was gentle and careful, for she had not seen her younger sister so heartbroken in a long time.

Although her sister had always hidden her emotions, making her inner state hard to read, Li Li Yanyan had sensed that her Mei E's mood had never been truly bad before.

But now, her sorrow was laid bare on her face, clear at a glance.

Hearing her sister's warm, caring words, Xiao Lan's eyes grew hot; her emotions could no longer be contained, and she threw herself into Li Li Yanyan's arms, weeping uncontrollably.