Chapter 111
From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir
Chapter 111 The Inferno’s Reckoning
“Phantom Wail Realm p>
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The voice of the Black Sorcerer echoed ominously as a thick, suffocating black fog rolled out like the deepest shadows, consuming everything in its path. Instantly, the temperature plummeted, and the fierce flames in the furnace were enveloped by an icy chill, extinguished in the blink of an eye.
The black fog seemed to possess a life of its own, swirling and undulating in layers, forming an impenetrable darkness. Even the sunlight outside struggled to break through its oppressive veil. Leander’s figure was swallowed within, vanishing completely from sight.
“This Phantom Wail Realm is woven from the vengeful spirits of those I have slain,” the Black Sorcerer declared, his voice filled with malicious glee. “Each inch of this domain brims with lethal intent. Even a Martial Sovereign would find it difficult to escape. I am confident that I can slaughter them, adding their souls to my legion of specters p>
“Jeff, I know you have dominated Mornwick, earning your place as a prodigy in the Astrian martial arts world, but today, you have forced my hand p>
The Black Sorcerer’s voice became maniacal as he proclaimed, “Now, you shall savor your final moments within the Phantom Wail Realm p>
This technique was one of Hornsey’s most powerful forbidden arts, capable of harnessing the spirits of the dead to create a ghostly domain that could consume the living and corrode their minds. The sorcerer’s confidence swelled; even the legendary Four Extremes would struggle to escape unscathed. He felt a ninety percent certainty of eliminating any other Martial Sovereigns caught in his trap. Though Leander was undeniably formidable, the Black Sorcerer believed there was still a significant gap between them. He was convinced that Leander would perish within this dark formation.
However, this potent technique came at a heavy cost. Each use drained his lifespan, diminished his strength, and consumed his vital energy. If Leander hadn’t pressed him so fiercely, leaving no room for retreat, the Black Sorcerer would never have resorted to such desperate measures.
Yet now, with his ultimate move unleashed, he would hold nothing back. The Phantom Wail Realm would serve as Leander’s grave.
Amidst the stifling darkness, the Black Sorcerer felt omnipotent, relishing the thought of watching Leander’s body gradually erode into nothingness, reduced to a mere skeleton and another victim to nourish his ghostly army.
The black fog surged around him, a suffocating void, leaving Leander’s whereabouts entirely
unknown.
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Meanwhile, in a dim corner, Yvette, who had been unconscious, began to stir as the bone- chilling cold seeped into her bones.
She opened her eyes, and terror gripped her heart.
There was nothing but endless darkness, a void that felt akin to the underworld itself, where countless vengeful spirits and tormented ghosts howled in the oppressive air. Pale, skeletal faces loomed just inches from her, and Yvette could sense her blood and heartbeat slowing, as if time itself were freezing around her.
She had never witnessed such an apocalyptic scene before–this was truly hell on earth.
“Ah p>
Overwhelmed by despair, as the vengeful apparitions closed in on her, she instinctively called out the name that resonated deeply within her heart.
“Leander, where are you p>
With every ounce of strength she could muster, she screamed into the void. In this moment of utter desperation, when she craved protection more than ever, it was not Colin or the affluent suitors who had once pursued her that came to mind but the unassuming Leander.
The darkness remained unchanged, an unyielding abyss, and the vengeful spirits pressed closer still. Yvette’s eyes glazed over as she knelt upon the ground, surrendering her will to live.
“Is this truly the end of my life?” she whispered, tears cascading down her cheeks. “It’s a pity… only now do I realize how much you mean to me p>
As the temperature plunged further, Yvette, already frail and battered, could no longer hold on. She collapsed to the ground, her body betraying her completely.
Just as the vengeful spirits were about to envelop her, a sudden warmth swept through the space, momentarily reviving her spirit.
“Hm p>
With great effort, she opened her eyes. A strange, soft sound reached her ears, and her widened in astonishment as she beheld an eruption of fiery light before her.
gaze
A blazing inferno surged forth like a radiant arc slicing through the heavens. It swept across the darkness with unstoppable force, spreading rapidly like wildfire, consuming everything in its path.
The black fog, the vengeful ghosts, and every aspect of this desolation seemed to feed the flames. Wherever the fire reached, everything ignited in a brilliant blaze, transforming into a vast rainbow that illuminated the night sky, obliterating the darkness.
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Yvette’s eyes sparkled with the dazzling beauty of the flames. Though the firestorm raged merely yards away, she felt no searing heat. Instead, a gentle warmth enveloped her, soothing her body and soul.
All her fear and the bitter cold melted away in an instant. Her body relaxed, her eyelids grew heavy, and she sank back into a peaceful slumber.
In the fleeting moments before her eyes fully closed, she caught a glimpse–clear as day–of a figure standing tall amidst the flames. His posture resembled a spear, unyielding and resolute, a god of war commanding the fire, his power shaking the very heavens.
Who is that? Who could it be?
With that question lingering in her mind, she drifted once again into the depths of sleep.
“A mere insignificant formation, thinking it could take my life? Ridiculous p>
“The Phantom Wail Realm? I could break it with one hand p>
A calm voice pierced through the darkness, causing the Black Sorcerer to stiffen. That voice–it was Leander, wasn’t it?
He had already ensnared Leander within the Phantom Wail Realm. At this moment, Leander should have been fighting against the ravenous vengeful spirits, yet here he was, speaking so casually.
While the Black Sorcerer stood there, dumbfounded, a sudden beam of flame sliced through the darkness, scattering the thick fog and revealing a passageway.
From within the tunnel, Leander strode forward, his steps steady and powerful. Flames danced and leapt from his palm, joyfully welcoming their master as if celebrating his arrival.
“You… Is that the Inferno of Pure Flame?” the Black Sorcerer stammered, his terror growing with each passing moment. The Phantom Wail Realm thrived on extreme negative energy and evil, but the Inferno of Pure Flame was the ultimate bane of such dark forces.
“This is my own Dragonfire,” Leander replied proudly, now standing directly before the Black Sorcerer. “What is the Inferno of Pure Flame compared to this p>
The Dragonfire, a blaze nurtured through his Nirvana Energy, emerged as a force born of nature, yet it transcended the very laws of the natural world. Its power was boundless, standing as the supreme nemesis of all evil. Even the legendary Inferno of Pure Flame paled in comparison.
“Flamebreaker p>
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With a low, commanding shout, Leander swept his hand, sending the flames roaring backward. The suffocating darkness, which had once seemed impenetrable, now appeared fragile and helpless, disintegrating under the blazing heat in mere moments.
“With one hand, I could burn all of creation to ash. This will be your final resting place p>
As soon as Leander’s words fell, he unleashed a fiery palm. Flames surged forward, taking shape as a massive hand of molten fire aimed directly at the Black Sorcerer.
This once–renowned master of forbidden arts, who had forsaken the Hornsey sect to practice countless sinister spells, didn’t even have time to react before he was consumed. In an instant, his body, bones, meridians, and clothes were reduced to nothing more than a wisp of smoke, evaporating into the air.
Everything fell silent, as though the Black Sorcerer had never existed. Not a single trace of him remained.
Leander’s gaze remained cold as he closed his fingers, commanding the sea of flames to obediently retract. The inferno collapsed into a small flickering ember that danced briefly between his fingers before vanishing entirely.
Complete mastery. Perfect control. This was Leander’s current level of fire manipulation.
What was most astounding was that although the flames had banished the darkness and illuminated a wide area, the room itself remained untouched. The furniture stood unscathed, and Yvette herself was perfectly fine, not a single hair out of place.
Bending down, Leander placed a hand gently over her, sending a wisp of Nirvana Energy into her body to clear away the chilling energy that had settled there. Once he felt satisfied with the result, he prepared to leave with her.
However, a thought suddenly crossed his mind, recalling what Monica had mentioned earlier that day.
Yvette has always liked you.
His brows furrowed as he reconsidered his plan, and he picked up Yvette’s phone. Thankfully, it didn’t have a password. He opened the contact list and found Colin’s number, dialing it with
purpose.
“Yvette is in the boiler room of the abandoned factory on the east side of town. If you want to save her, come quickly with backup p>
Leander used his inner energy to alter his voice and hung up immediately after delivering the message. He cleared the phone’s history and, with a single leap, ascended to the top of the factory’s tower.
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Roughly twenty minutes later, Colin arrived with a large group, rushing into the boiler room where he found Yvette lying unconscious.
“Yvette p>
He called out to her several times before she groggily awakened.
“Colin p>
Instinctively, she shrank into Colin’s embrace, still trembling from the horrific ordeal she had endured.
“Did you save me, Colin?” she asked weakly after a long pause, finally managing to calm her racing heart.
“Someone used your phone to call me and told me where you were, so I came with the others,” he explained, his voice steady and reassuring. He quickly added, “Let’s not talk about it for now. I’ll take you home first. Your parents are worried sick p>
With gentle support, Colin helped Yvette to her feet, and the group began to escort them out of the boiler room.
Meanwhile, atop the factory’s high tower, Leander observed the scene below, nodding faintly to himself. Monica had mentioned that Yvette liked him, but whether or not that was true, he knew he had to put an end to her feelings before they grew any stronger.
He and Yvette belonged to different worlds, and the person who would walk beside him in the future would not be her. There was still a girl in the capital waiting for him—a girl to whom he had once made a promise.
Though Colin was a sly and deceitful man, his feelings for Yvette were genuine. After much contemplation, Leander had decided to leave Yvette in Colin’s hands, believing it to be the best course of action.
Whoosh!
Like a whisper in the wind, Leander’s figure vanished into the night, becoming a mere shadow as he disappeared from the tower.
Just as Yvette was about to step into Colin’s car, an inexplicable sensation washed over her. She turned abruptly, her gaze drawn to the factory’s high tower. Yet, the tower stood empty, save for a gentle breeze that whispered through the air, as if carrying away the echoes of the past.
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