Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Above those clouds, there's actually a spell that can completely hide their presence."

Elder Turner frowned slightly as he watched three massive storm clouds drifting closer. "Mountainshade, that sly old fox, always full of tricks."

"If Timothy hadn't discovered this and sent the intel back to Sky Sanctuary in time, they would've caught us completely off guard with a surprise attack."

"Two Holy Emperors launching a sneak attack? That's just shameless!"

Hearing Elder Turner's words, the disciples' disdain for Holy Emperor Featherwind and Holy Emperor Mountainshade deepened even further.

More and more Sky Sanctuary practitioners gathered in front of the Goddess's statue. Even with an army looming on the horizon, their spirits remained high, eager for the fight.

By now, the clouds had drifted closer.

High above, looking down at Sky Sanctuary, Holy Emperor Featherwind's face was filled with arrogance.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you cowards to actually be prepared for this. No matter. Since that's the case, I'll personally end your lives! Today marks the fall of Sky Sanctuary, and none of you will escape me.

Goddess Sylvia, it's time to settle the score from a hundred years ago!"

Featherwind's cold gaze swept over the scene below, but to his surprise, Sylvia was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Goddess Sylvia?"

A flicker of anger crossed his face. He had brought an army of over a hundred thousand practitioners, backed by three Holy Emperors, and yet Sylvia didn't even deem him worthy of showing up?

"You think you deserve to face the Goddess herself?" Zephyra, blade in hand, glared up at him. Her sword gleamed with a cold light, as if it could pierce through anything.

In the sky above, the overwhelming army loomed, their numbers six or seven times greater than Sky Sanctuary's forces. Each one of them radiated killing intent, clearly here with no good intentions.

But despite this, the people of Sky Sanctuary showed no fear.

"Again, it's the same. It's always the same! She never takes anyone seriously!"

At that moment, Featherwind was completely enraged. For years, he had been plotting his revenge for what happened a century ago. He had poured everything into this moment, bringing an army that could blot out the sky, surrounding all of Sky Sanctuary.

And yet, even now, Sylvia wouldn't even look his way.

Even after a hundred years, Sylvia's arrogance hadn't faded. If anything, it had only grown.

"Goddess Sylvia, I'll make sure you die today! Not just you—no one in Sky Sanctuary will survive! I'll turn this entire place into a sea of blood!"

Featherwind's voice was filled with madness as five wings unfurled behind him, his eyes glowing red with fury. He had waited so long for this day, and now he would drench Sky Sanctuary in blood.

"Everyone, follow my command! Attack Sky Sanctuary! Kill them all—leave no one alive!"

Featherwind's furious shout echoed as tens of thousands of practitioners from Skyfeather Sanctuary descended from the clouds, their weapons glowing with deadly light, ready to strike.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Featherwind glared at Holy Emperor Mountainshade behind him.

"No rush," Mountainshade replied calmly. "Let the Thunderflame Valley practitioners assist you. Even a cornered rabbit will fight back against a hawk. I'll be here to crush any resistance from Goddess Sylvia. After today, there will be no more Goddess Sylvia, and no more Sky Sanctuary."

Holy Emperor Mountainshade's lips curled into a cold smile.

Compared to Holy Emperor Featherwind, who seemed to be in a constant state of rage, Mountainshade's presence was far more chilling.

"Hmph, no matter what, Goddess Sylvia will die here today!"

The practitioners from Thunderflame Valley followed closely behind, surging toward Sky Sanctuary like a tidal wave.

The dark clouds completely blotted out the sky as Mountainshade led his forces, standing atop the clouds like a hunter waiting for the perfect moment to strike with a lethal blow.

Meanwhile, the practitioners from Skyfeather Sanctuary and Thunderflame Valley had already descended from the clouds.

The sound of drums and bells echoed through the air, and the cries of battle filled the heavens and earth.

A suffocating killing intent spread across the skies above Sky Sanctuary.

The number of practitioners flooding in was double that of Sky Sanctuary's forces, overwhelming and unstoppable.

But what was even more alarming was that the people of Sky Sanctuary could clearly see something strange.

These practitioners were radiating an eerie aura, their eyes laced with blood-red veins, and faint trails of blood dripped from the corners of their eyes.

Their power far exceeded their usual strength, but their aura was foul and unsettling, sending chills down the spine of anyone who faced them.

"Fight! In this war, there's only victory—no room for defeat!"

A disciple shouted, raising his sword high and charging forward without hesitation.

The people of Sky Sanctuary were deeply inspired.

Goddess Sylvia had protected Sky Sanctuary for countless years, and a hundred years ago, she had single-handedly fought off three Holy Emperors to save them.

If victory could be achieved, even at the cost of their lives, they were willing to give everything!

For Sky Sanctuary, they would be reborn through death!

Even when faced with these practitioners tainted by a strange aura, the people of Sky Sanctuary showed no signs of retreat.

With battle cries ringing out, they charged forward.

Both sides were now fully locked in combat.

In terms of sheer numbers and the oppressive effect of that eerie aura, Sky Sanctuary was clearly at a disadvantage.

But the people of Sky Sanctuary fought with unshakable resolve, showing no fear at all.

Their battle cries shook the heavens, and the light from countless magical artifacts lit up the sky above Sky Sanctuary, making it as bright as day.

Waves of spiritual energy rippled outward, crashing like tidal waves in all directions as the two forces clashed.

The entire Sky Sanctuary was engulfed in battle.

The deafening sounds of explosions grew louder and louder, and the overwhelming energy surged through the air.

Sword light flashed, magical artifacts collided, blood flowed freely, and the killing intent thickened with every passing moment.

Countless lives were lost, and countless enemies were cut down.

"You dare act so recklessly in front of me, you insignificant whelps!"

Holy Emperor Featherwind's eyes blazed with fury as he stepped forward, intending to crush the Sky Sanctuary disciples beneath his Holy Emperor's might.

But before he could act, several figures appeared in front of him, surrounding him completely.

Twelve Star Palaces, twelve Holy Envoys—each one possessing the power of Ocean's Gate.

Led by Zephyra, the twelve Holy Envoys had encircled Holy Emperor Featherwind.

Twelve daggers floated in the air, forming the foundation of a magical formation.

A massive surge of spiritual energy trapped Featherwind within the formation created by the daggers, preventing him from taking even a single step forward. They had managed to halt the advance of a Holy Emperor!

"It's not time yet."

But as he watched the battle below, which seemed to have reached a stalemate, Holy Emperor Mountainshade, observing everything from above, merely smiled. A cold, calculating grin spread across his face.