Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"You're after the elixir in my hand, aren't you?" Cassian sneered as he watched the figure in the black robe.

"Hmph, you think I'd just hand over a treasure I already have? You must really underestimate me, a Holy Emperor! I'd like to see what kind of skills you have to take it from me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the six shadowy figures moved in unison, without a word.

A blood-red mist filled the air, and a wave of murderous intent surged toward Cassian.

A silver spear materialized in Cassian's hand. He stood tall, exuding an overwhelming aura.

"Tidebreaker Spear!"

Cassian shouted, sweeping the spear in a wide arc.

Ocean's Gate, a force as vast as the sea!

Like a raging tide, spiritual energy surged and crashed in all directions, an unstoppable flood of power. Even among the Holy Emperors, Cassian's strength was at the pinnacle.

But the six figures in black robes simultaneously drew daggers.

Each dagger was etched with the same blood-red patterns.

Faced with the overwhelming spiritual energy, the daggers seemed capable of slicing through the heavens themselves. Beneath the cold, blood-stained blades, everything was cut apart.

"Impossible!"

Cassian's pupils shrank in shock, utterly stunned by what he was witnessing.

It would've been one thing if the figure with strength barely at Ocean's Gate could block his attack, but the others were only at Mystic Core level. How could they so easily cut through his strike?

What kind of secret were they hiding?

Before Cassian could figure it out, the black-robed figures attacked again.

The blood-red blades slashed toward him, and in that instant, it was as if Cassian could hear the agonized wails of countless tortured souls echoing in his ears.

The sound was horrifying, like a sinister melody, shaking him to his core.

"Break!"

Cassian thrust his spear upward, sending a shockwave of spiritual energy outward, finally deflecting the blood-red blades.

But even though he had blocked the attack, he realized he was drenched in sweat, cold beads running down his back.

Whatever secret these people were hiding, it was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Something's wrong!"

Suddenly, Cassian realized something was off.

He quickly noticed that, at some point, he had been surrounded by the six figures.

They stood in a hexagonal formation, emitting an eerie, unsettling aura.

They circled around him, spiraling inwards.

Cassian's eyes darted around, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He could clearly see faint blood-red threads drifting in the air around him, filling the entire space. The strange energy they emitted was identical to the aura coming from the six figures.

At some point, he had already fallen into their trap!

Just as Felix was about to make a move, the space around them suddenly twisted and trembled.

The threads in the air seemed to connect, and blood-red light flared up, spreading a sinister energy in all directions.

A barrier formed, completely enclosing him. The wails of what seemed like countless souls from the abyss echoed all around.

The cries rose and fell, relentless, sending a chill straight to the heart.

"Tidal Surge, Three Thousand Silver Spears!"

Cassian no longer dared to hold back. He had no choice but to go all out, betting everything in a desperate struggle.

Without holding anything back, countless silver spear shadows appeared, rising like a massive wave, crashing toward the sky!

But the wails of the countless tortured souls seemed to pierce through his very soul.

Blood-red phantoms, writhing in agony, surged down upon him.

Boom!

Amidst the blood-red mist, countless silver spear shadows clashed with the seemingly endless tide of crimson.

Though Cassian barely managed to hold his ground against the twisted space, he was being forced back, step by step.

The solid muscles in his shoulders trembled slightly, and a thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

His breathing grew more erratic and weak, and it was clear he was losing ground fast.

Worse still, the eerie blood-red energy was relentlessly invading his body.

Wherever the crimson mist seeped through the gaps in his spear and touched his skin, it devoured his flesh, leaving it withered and decayed like dead wood.

The pain was excruciating, but even more terrifying was the strange energy that was slowly eroding his mind.

"Damn it."

Even as he gritted his teeth and fought to endure, Cassian could feel the situation spiraling out of control.

If this continued, he was really going to fall here!

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a way to break free from the blood formation that trapped him.

Things were getting worse by the second. If this kept up...

Just as despair began to settle in Cassian's heart, a soft, childlike dragon's roar echoed from the horizon.

"What was that? A dragon?"

Cassian froze for a moment, and the six black-robed figures who were closing in on him also hesitated, clearly distracted.

At that moment, a massive golden figure appeared in the sky, bathed in a radiant, blinding light.

The giant's arms were covered in glowing patterns, like molten lava, ancient and mysterious.

Without warning, the golden giant brought its hand down, unleashing a hurricane of force that roared toward the black-robed figures.

The six figures froze, sensing the terrifying power contained within the attack.

They had no choice but to abandon their assault on Cassian and desperately tried to flee.

But it was already too late.

In the blink of an eye, three of them were crushed beneath the giant's hand, their bodies obliterated, leaving nothing but blood and dust.

The remaining three barely had time to react before they found their path blocked by another figure.

Timothy stood there, sword in hand, his gaze cold and unyielding.

"Kill him!" a raspy, trembling voice came from one of the black-robed figures. Blood-red blades flashed in the air as the three of them charged at Timothy with reckless abandon.

But Timothy didn't move. He stood like an immovable mountain, an insurmountable barrier.

With a single swing of his sword, one of the black-robed figures was sliced clean in half, their broken body plummeting to the ground.

"Is this all you've got?" Timothy's voice was icy, his figure flickering as he moved.

The second figure, who had reached the Mystic Core level, didn't even have time to draw their dagger before they were reduced to ashes, obliterated in an instant.

The last remaining figure's body suddenly swelled, blood-red patterns spreading across their skin as chaotic spiritual energy gathered within them. It was clear they intended to self-destruct.

But before they could act, Timothy's hand shot out, gripping their throat with ironclad force.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out, but the figure's body was shattered into fragments by the shockwave before they could detonate.

The eerie blood-red energy spread outward, but the figure suddenly realized, to their horror, that their soul had been firmly seized by Timothy.

They couldn't even think of escaping, let alone self-destruct.

Every thought, every plan they had, had already been completely seen through by the man standing before them.