Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"This Dragon Blood Formation is definitely strange."

Even Holy Maiden Aeliana, who couldn't enter the floating castle, showed a slight change in her expression.

Xander, one of the three generals closest to Holy Emperor Featherwind, had undergone a bizarre transformation under the influence of the Dragon Blood Formation.

In an instant, his power surged to an unimaginable level.

Even if a High Priest from one of the sacred lands were to face him now, they might not be able to hold their ground.

"This is bad. If they really clash head-on, Timothy might..."

Still unable to break through the barrier, Holy Maiden Aeliana felt a twinge of worry.

Xander's current state was incredibly difficult to deal with, and if Timothy were in danger, she might not be able to step in to help.

At this moment, Xander's power had indeed skyrocketed. His eyes were blood-red, and he had entered a berserk state.

Blood flowed freely as the wings on his back suddenly expanded.

His veins bulged and pulsed, and in an instant, Xander's right hand transformed into a massive, blood-red claw.

Strange, ominous patterns covered the claw as it roared toward Timothy.

With the full force of the Holy Emperor's strike, combined with the Dragon Blood Formation's power, the attack was unstoppable!

"Boom!"

A terrifying shockwave rippled outward, but Xander's eyes suddenly widened.

Even though his eyes were filled with crimson, there was still a trace of fear in those blood-red pupils.

The massive blood-red claw, which seemed to contain unimaginable power, couldn't move forward at all.

The radiant light from the six wings behind Timothy made Xander instinctively want to bow in submission.

It was a tremor that came from the depths of his soul.

Six wings—a sign of ascension!

Only the first Holy Emperor of Skyfeather Sanctuary, tens of thousands of years ago, had ever possessed six wings, a sight so sacred and majestic.

Even Skyfeather Sanctuary hadn't seen such a phenomenon in millennia.

How could Timothy have six wings? What had he done to achieve this?

Anyone who carried the legacy of Skyfeather Sanctuary couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of oppression in the presence of those six wings.

"Looks like this is pretty useful," Timothy said with a slight smile.

The six wings behind him shimmered with a brilliant, seven-colored light. Not only did they look magnificent, but they also had an unparalleled suppressive effect on Skyfeather Sanctuary.

No wonder it was a reward from the system—truly luxurious.

"In that case, it's time for you to pay for your actions."

In an instant, Timothy's aura surged once more.

Xander, seeing his blood-red arm unable to advance even an inch, was filled with terror.

The coldness emanating from Timothy made him feel a deep fear that reached his very soul.

Under the onslaught of this fear, Xander let out a furious roar, and a foul stench quickly spread.

But he saw with his own eyes as white Quill Arrows emerged from the six wings, slowly covering the Phoenix Blade in Timothy's hand.

Flames ignited along the blade, and under the cover of the Quill Arrows, it exuded an aura that seemed to be the very essence of Skyfeather Sanctuary.

It was a divine, ethereal presence that could make them kneel in reverence!

Xander was suddenly overwhelmed with fear.

At that moment, it was as if he was witnessing the wrath of the first Holy Emperor of Skyfeather Sanctuary.

He struggled desperately, trying to pull his arm back and escape.

But the holy light radiating from the six wings had already locked him in place.

In the night sky, Timothy's Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle shone with seven-colored light.

Sword in hand, he stood above thousands of practitioners.

At this moment, Timothy was like a god, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Xander's eyes widened in terror as he stared at the horrifying scene before him.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't believe that even with the power of the Dragon Blood Formation, he was still so powerless against Timothy.

"Damn it! Those wings must be fake! Do you really think you can scare me?"

His roar, tinged with fear, echoed in all directions as Xander seemed to make one last desperate attempt.

But Timothy's sword had already descended.

Just one strike.

The profound power of the blade, drawn from the very essence of the world, could tear through the void and sever everything in its path.

Xander's body, covered in grotesque tumors, had been strengthened countless times by the Dragon Blood Formation. Yet, under Timothy's sword, it was utterly defenseless.

The sword's energy struck with overwhelming force, tearing through flesh and shattering bone.

Xander's agonized screams echoed as he descended into madness.

But the flames that erupted from the sword transformed into a massive, terrifying beast, devouring him in an instant.

His cries of pain reverberated as he struggled desperately within the flames that seemed capable of incinerating everything, but he couldn't escape.

All he could do was watch as his body was consumed, burned away, and reduced to ashes in unbearable agony.

In the blink of an eye, a mighty Holy Emperor under Holy Emperor Featherwind's command was slain by a single sword strike, reduced to nothing but ash!

"This isn't just about Timothy's overwhelming power—it's also because those wings behind him have a fundamental suppression!"

The entire castle descended into chaos, fear spreading like wildfire.

As they looked up at the figure in the sky, it was as if they were staring at the devil himself, plunging them into utter panic. That Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle was nothing short of Skyfeather Sanctuary's worst nightmare!

Even in the ancient records, only the ancestors of old had ever possessed such wings.

Timothy had no connection to Skyfeather Sanctuary—how on earth did he achieve this?

Even Holy Maiden Aeliana, who witnessed the scene, was momentarily stunned.

"One sword strike to kill a Holy Emperor enhanced by the Dragon Blood Formation?"

She had initially doubted the authenticity of the six wings behind Timothy, but the scene before her left no room for disbelief.

At that moment, Timothy descended gracefully.

He gently took Holy Maiden Aeliana's cool, soft hand, and the barrier that had been impossible to cross was effortlessly breached.

"Ahem, thank you."

Feeling the warmth radiating from Timothy's hand, Holy Maiden Aeliana's cheeks flushed slightly.

But...

As she looked at the Cloudspire Fortress before her, a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

They had dared to mock her earlier—now it was time to settle the score.

With a single step forward, the overwhelming aura of a Holy Emperor radiated from her.

With Xander gone, the entire floating castle was in complete disarray.

They had only dared to face Holy Maiden Aeliana so brazenly because of the barrier.

But once crossed, with Holy Maiden Aeliana's power, even a Holy Emperor wouldn't dare to underestimate her.

"After all, she is a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, a supreme and mighty existence!"

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In the face of a Holy Emperor, they had no ability to resist.

Holy Maiden Aeliana's seemingly casual steps instantly subdued the entire floating castle.

Such a vast and overwhelming Holy Emperor's aura was something they could never hope to match.

Flames soared into the sky, and flowers filled the air.

In the blink of an eye, the entire floating castle was engulfed in a sea of fire, completely overrun.

And as the flames spread, amidst the ruins and rubble...

Finally, a blood-red formation slowly emerged.

In the foul-smelling blood pool, a half-broken dragon horn floated, exuding a sinister and chilling aura that filled anyone who looked upon it with dread and disgust.

"So there really was a Dragon Blood Formation hidden within this castle!"