Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 212: It’s time

Boom!

A series of violent shockwaves rippled out from Sky Sanctuary, spreading in all directions.

Countless people looked up at the sky, their faces filled with apprehension.

"The battle... it's finally begun!"

The war between Sky Sanctuary and the two Holy Emperors was a sight so overwhelming, it could only inspire fear.

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No one knew who would emerge victorious, but one thing was certain: the situation would only grow more brutal.

This battle would undoubtedly go down in history.

At this moment, Holy Emperor Featherwind's five blood-red wings flared with a terrifying glow. A faint but unmistakable killing intent radiated from his entire body.

Surrounded by the Twelve Saints, Holy Emperor Featherwind was consumed by rage.

With a sudden, violent flap of his five blood-soaked wings, a foul wind swept across the battlefield.

The sheer might of a Holy Emperor shook the heavens and the earth.

It was as if the wails of countless vengeful spirits echoed through the eerie wind. Holy Emperor Featherwind took a single step forward.

The overwhelming force of a Holy Emperor crashed down, and with just that one step, the formation set by the Twelve Saints shattered!

"This is bad."

Zephyra's eyes narrowed. She quickly raised her Nightblade, moving to block Holy Emperor Featherwind's path.

Even though her expertise lay in assassination, not direct combat, Zephyra was willing to risk her life to stop him.

"Just a little Ocean's Gate brat. Who gave you the courage to stand in my way?"

Holy Emperor Featherwind's fury was boundless, and his killing intent surged like a tidal wave.

A Holy Emperor was a being who had transcended the very limits of the world!

Even though Zephyra's strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Ocean's Gate practitioner, she was utterly overwhelmed by the crushing pressure of his presence.

Even the spiritual weapon in her hand, the Nightblade, trembled under the weight of his power.

"If you won't back down, then die here!"

Holy Emperor Featherwind's eyes blazed with anger. The blood-red energy in his palm spread out like the veins of a flower, reaching toward Zephyra.

With a single clench of his fist, an unstoppable wave of killing intent bore down on her like a mountain.

The immense aura of the Holy Emperor seemed poised to swallow Zephyra whole, erasing her from existence.

But just then—

"You think you can just do whatever you want to someone from Sky Sanctuary?"

A cold, clear voice suddenly rang out.

A surge of sword energy shot up from within Sky Sanctuary, a brilliant green light filled with an overwhelming, biting force.

Even the very fabric of space twisted and tore under the pressure of this sword energy, and the howling winds were sliced apart in an instant.

That same sword strike also cut through the blood-red energy closing in on Zephyra.

Boom!

The green light slashed through, and everything before them was reduced to nothingness.

Zephyra stepped back, respectfully standing behind Sylvia.

Everyone could see it clearly.

A figure in white stood gracefully, her flowing dress billowing in the wind, wrapping her stunning silhouette in its folds.

She was like a lotus in full bloom, breathtakingly beautiful.

With a slender figure and a wooden sword glowing with a crimson light in her hand, she walked forward slowly, as if no one could stand in her way.

As she moved, her flawless, ethereal beauty made her seem like a celestial being descending from the heavens, untouched by the world.

Cold, proud, like a lotus floating on a pond.

Though her beauty was unmatched, it radiated an aura of untouchable majesty, making it clear that no one dared to approach her with disrespect.

Her divine presence was awe-inspiring, perfect in every way.

Goddess Sylvia was like the most exquisite masterpiece this world had ever seen.

Even though her beauty left everyone momentarily stunned, not a single person dared to entertain any impure thoughts.

This was Goddess Sylvia, a figure who commanded nothing but reverence and awe from all who beheld her.

At that moment, not only the people of Sky Sanctuary, but even the practitioners under the three Holy Emperors were left speechless by the sight before them.

"You again...

But this time is different from a hundred years ago, Goddess Sylvia. Don't think you'll walk away with your life today!"

Holy Emperor Featherwind roared, his killing intent spreading across his entire body.

"A hundred years have passed, and you still haven't learned. You'll never escape the grip of your own rage."

Sylvia let out a cold snort, as if she didn't even consider Holy Emperor Featherwind worth her attention.

"You must die!"

Unable to bear the insult any longer, Holy Emperor Featherwind snapped.

Like a madman, his five wings shot skyward, and under the blood-red glow of countless Quill Arrows, he charged at Sylvia with reckless abandon.

His hand morphed into a blood-soaked claw, as if he intended to tear her to pieces.

Boom!

But just then, the sky above was suddenly illuminated by a brilliant, radiant light that lit up half the heavens.

"That's... the Sacred Bell!"

Countless people looked up at the sky, their faces filled with dread.

Even amidst the dark clouds that loomed like the end of days, the presence of the Sacred Bell seemed to pierce through the fog, radiating an overwhelming, majestic power.

With just the first chime of the Sacred Bell, the countless Quill Arrows conjured by Holy Emperor Featherwind vanished in an instant.

Boom!

The second chime rang out, and Holy Emperor Featherwind's body froze, as if struck by lightning, suspended in mid-air.

The sound echoed outward, spreading its authority in all directions.

Everyone who looked up at the sky was filled with awe.

"Featherwind is a Holy Emperor, yet he's being suppressed so easily. Just how powerful has Goddess Sylvia become?"

Golden light, pure and sacred, poured down like an unbreakable cage.

Trapped within, Holy Emperor Featherwind's body trembled slightly, as if he was bearing an unbearable weight.

"You think I've spent a hundred years preparing to attack Sky Sanctuary again, only to come with just this?"

Holy Emperor Featherwind, despite the crushing pressure, suddenly lifted his head.

Though his body was covered in deep cuts from the force pressing down on him, the blood-red aura around him only grew stronger.

That strange, ominous energy was surging out of him.

Boom!

Far off in a distant canyon, a massive explosion of blood-red energy erupted, sending a foul wind howling into the sky. It was as if countless wailing spirits were crying out in agony.

And in that moment, as if in response, the aura around Holy Emperor Featherwind shifted dramatically.

His wings, already streaked with blood, turned a deep crimson, and his eyes were now completely consumed by a blood-red glow.

"Goddess Sylvia, can you still stop me now?"

Holy Emperor Featherwind's hands had fully transformed into crimson claws. As he slashed downward, the radiant light of the Sacred Bell shattered like glass.

The power of the Holy Emperor surged once more, but now it was tainted with a sickening, foul stench.

Watching this unfold, Sylvia's brow furrowed. She was now taking this seriously.

She had anticipated this moment. And now, it had arrived.

"Heh, it's time."

Meanwhile, high above the clouds, Holy Emperor Mountainshade's lips curled into a cold smile.

Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, he had been waiting for this moment.

"Everyone, heed my command! Attack Sky Sanctuary! Kill them all! Wipe Sky Sanctuary off the map!"

Holy Emperor Mountainshade's order rang out across the battlefield.