Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Holy Emperor Starwind, Cassian.

Even though Cassian was over a thousand years old, his mastery of the silver spear was unparalleled. He looked like a young man in his twenties, with a physique that was nothing short of extraordinary. His combat prowess was just as formidable.

In the past, no one would have dared to provoke him lightly.

"Why is Cassian suddenly helping Timothy? When did Timothy even save him?" Holy Emperor Featherwind's eyes widened in disbelief.

If it were just Cassian alone, he wouldn't be much of a threat.

But in the distance, the sky was filled with countless warriors clad in armor, spears in hand, all following Holy Emperor Starwind.

Nearly all of Starwind's forces had arrived at Sky Sanctuary.

And that wasn't all. Holy Maiden Aeliana was there too, along with the highly respected alchemists of the Elant Continent, and representatives from various sects.

Why were all these people showing up here at the same time?

"Defend Sky Sanctuary! Charge!"

A massive wave of practitioners descended from the sky, fearlessly charging toward the forces of the three Holy Emperors.

This battle was no longer just Sky Sanctuary's fight.

The situation had completely flipped.

The three Holy Emperors, who had initially gained the upper hand with their strange beasts and mysterious formations, were now being pushed back, losing ground rapidly.

"A hundred years ago, you barely escaped with your lives, and yet you still don't know when to quit. Well, this time, you're not leaving."

A fragrant breeze filled the air as countless flower petals floated by. Holy Maiden Aeliana smiled gracefully, her golden hair flowing in the wind.

Her beauty was captivating, but there was a chilling coldness behind that smile.

Felix, holding his spear, blocked the northern escape route.

On one side was Goddess Sylvia, on another was Holy Maiden Aeliana, and on the third stood Holy Emperor Starwind. Both Holy Emperor Featherwind and Holy Emperor Mountainshade's expressions shifted slightly.

Goddess Sylvia, Holy Maiden Aeliana, and Holy Emperor Starwind—this kind of lineup was unmatched across the entire Elant Continent.

The battlefield was ablaze with flashes of light, the sound of magical artifacts clashing echoing through the air. All sides were now locked in a chaotic melee.

And the tide of battle was clearly turning in favor of Sky Sanctuary.

Under the relentless assault from so many forces, even the practitioners under Holy Emperor Featherwind, Holy Emperor Mountainshade, and Holy Emperor Thunderflame were starting to falter, showing signs of defeat.

"Sylvia, I made it just in time, didn't I?" Holy Maiden Aeliana grinned as she sidled up to Sylvia.

"Hmph, I'll give you some credit this time," Sylvia replied coolly.

"Hehe, Sylvia, it's rare for you to compliment me."

Holy Maiden Aeliana's face lit up with a warm smile, clearly pleased.

"But for those who dared to mess with Sylvia and him, some people are going to have to pay."

In an instant, the warmth in Aeliana's eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"Him?" Holy Emperor Mountainshade was momentarily stunned.

Just then, three powerful auras surged into the air.

Goddess Sylvia, Holy Maiden Aeliana, and Holy Emperor Starwind—three overwhelming presences swept across the battlefield, their sheer force palpable.

The escape routes were completely blocked. A massive Sacred Bell hung high in the sky, radiating an imposing aura.

Even if Featherwind and Mountainshade teamed up against Sylvia, they wouldn't stand a chance.

The scene before them was something they simply couldn't handle.

"Hahaha! So this is the famous Goddess Sylvia?

I didn't expect it to be just you. There's also that strange Timothy.

He's apparently the leader of the alchemists on the Elant Continent and even saved Cassian's life?

But so what? Since they dared to come here, not just Sky Sanctuary, but everyone is going to die here!

Do you think I've been waiting a hundred years for nothing?

With him here, you're all going to die!"

Suddenly, Holy Emperor Featherwind burst into hysterical laughter.

"What do you mean by that?" Sylvia's eyebrows furrowed, her usually calm face now showing a hint of coldness.

"What do I mean?

Do you even remember what exists above the Holy Emperors?"

Featherwind's eyes turned blood-red as he let out a bitter laugh.

At that moment, a deafening clap of thunder echoed from the sky.

The clouds above began to churn and gather, forming a towering mass over Sky Sanctuary.

And those clouds were stained with a deep, ominous red.

Thunder roared across the sky, and fierce winds howled without end.

Strange phenomena unfolded one after another, as if the world itself was on the brink of collapse.

As everyone gazed up at the sky, an inexplicable chill crept into their hearts.

It felt as though something terrifying was about to descend.

The air grew thick with a blood-red aura, and strange, ancient symbols began to swirl within the clouds.

"Come forth! It's time for you to appear!"

Holy Emperor Featherwind spread his arms wide, staring maniacally at the sky, his laughter growing more eerie and desperate.

Boom!

Suddenly, countless streams of blood surged upward, converging in the sky. A powerful, overwhelming force swept across the heavens.

The chilling aura was so intense that many turned pale, feeling as though their very souls were trembling.

No one knew exactly what Holy Emperor Featherwind was doing, but they could all sense an immense, terrifying presence being summoned.

"No wonder they went all out to create the Dragon Blood Formation. Could it be that their real goal is…"

Sylvia's expression shifted slightly, her usually calm and cold face now showing a rare hint of paleness.

At that moment, Holy Emperor Featherwind's flesh was suddenly torn apart by the violent winds, shredded into pieces.

A being as powerful as a Holy Emperor had his body ripped to shreds by the storm!

Yet, even as his body twisted and disintegrated, his smile only grew more twisted and sinister.

All of his flesh was completely torn apart, and what remained of his broken body was sucked into the center of the swirling clouds.

Even his blood-stained wings were pulled into the vortex.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed across the land, reverberating for miles, spreading across the entire Elant Continent.

Blood rained down from the sky.

Amidst the howling winds, it sounded as though wailing ghosts were crying out in agony.

And then, suddenly, everything went eerily quiet.

When they looked up again, everyone could clearly see a blood-red figure floating in the sky.

His entire body was covered in strange, dark markings, and his form was completely drenched in blood.

Behind him, Holy Emperor Featherwind's wings flapped ominously.

But those wings… they had grown into six wings!

There was no face, no breath, just a blood-red figure in the sky, radiating an aura of death so intense that even the strongest Holy Emperors felt a deep, bone-chilling fear.

"That's…!"

Holy Maiden Aeliana's beautiful face changed instantly.

She suddenly remembered this aura.

It was the same aura from 60,000 years ago, when Holy Emperor Apocalypse had tried to break through to the Ascension Phase but failed, dying under the crushing weight of the Heavenly Laws.

Holy Emperor Featherwind had used his own body and the Dragon Blood Formation to forcibly resurrect the long-dead Holy Emperor Apocalypse, and had even refined his corpse to the early stages of the Ascension Phase!

Suddenly, an incomparably powerful force erupted from Holy Emperor Apocalypse's corpse.

That aura was enough to make the heavens tremble!