Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Dammit, if this keeps up, they're going to break through any minute now!"

Staring at the rapidly crumbling barrier around the Sepulcher of the Sacred, the crowd of practitioners watching from a distance were all struck with shock and fear.

Because the things trying to break through the barrier weren't just those eerie skeletal creatures—they also included the corpses of former Holy Emperors, once the most powerful beings on the continent!

At this point, the practitioners surrounding the Sepulcher of the Sacred weren't just the ones who had originally followed Sylvia inside.

Over the past few days, the terrifying events happening within the Sepulcher had spread across the entire Elant continent. Even those sects that had initially chosen to stay out of it had now gathered here.

In addition to Holy Emperor Luminis and Holy Emperor Earthshard, three more Holy Emperor-level powerhouses, who had originally planned to stay neutral, had shown up.

All the practitioners, even those who once stood aloof from worldly affairs, were now staring at the barrier protecting the Sepulcher of the Sacred with fear in their eyes.

They all knew very well what would happen if the barrier broke.

Forget the endless army of skeletons—just the corpses of these Holy Emperors, whose bodies may be dead but whose power still lingered, would be enough to plunge the entire Elant continent into chaos and destruction.

When that time came, no sect or practitioner would be able to stay out of the conflict. Everyone would be dragged into the war.

And as they watched the scene before them, the fear among the practitioners only grew.

The unrest inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred had been going on for half a month now.

And today, it seemed like the seal had reached its breaking point.

No matter how intricate or strong the seal protecting the Sepulcher was, it was clear it couldn't hold much longer.

The outermost layer of the seal was made up of twelve mysterious golden symbols.

But now, eleven of those golden symbols had already shattered.

The last remaining symbol was trembling like a small boat caught in a storm, about to be swallowed by the waves.

Dozens of Holy Emperor-level corpses were gathered in front of the seal, and with each strike, the golden symbol trembled violently.

Cracks had already begun to appear on the symbol, and it was clear that it was on the verge of breaking.

At this rate, it wouldn't last another two hours before the golden symbol shattered completely.

"This is bad! Those Holy Emperor corpses are preparing to strike all at once!"

Suddenly, Holy Emperor Luminis, who had been staring intently at the last symbol, noticed something and his expression changed drastically, his face turning pale.

He could clearly see that the dozens of Holy Emperors, who had been wandering aimlessly inside the seal, were now raising their hands in unison, as if they had made some kind of agreement.

Each of the Holy Emperor-level corpses had a blood-red glow in their eyes, and strange patterns were forming in their palms.

As the patterns continued to form and take shape, an overwhelming aura began to radiate from them.

The power radiating from just one Holy Emperor was already terrifying enough.

But if dozens of Holy Emperors attacked at the same time, the resulting force would be unimaginable.

"If they hit the seal with this combined attack, the Sepulcher of the Sacred's barrier will definitely shatter!"

"We have to stop them!"

"But how?!"

For a moment, countless practitioners were struck with panic, but none of them could think of a way to stop what was happening.

It wasn't just that the barrier of the Sepulcher of the Sacred stood between them.

Even if they could intervene, they were nowhere near powerful enough to face so many Holy Emperor-level beings!

The blood-red energy from the hands of the dozens of Holy Emperors began to converge in one direction.

And within that dense blood-red energy, a mysterious formation was taking shape.

The symbols on the formation were ancient and eerie, radiating a savage and ferocious aura, like a primordial beast from the dawn of time.

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"ROAR!"

With a deafening roar, everyone felt as if they had been plunged into an icy abyss. A bone-chilling cold gripped their hearts, and countless people began to tremble uncontrollably. Even the most powerful practitioners, usually so full of pride, turned pale, their legs shaking beyond their control.

At that moment, the formation that had been steadily building finally completed its last step.

A surge of blood-red energy shot into the sky, and at the center of the formation, a massive, terrifying blood-colored beast appeared. Its roar echoed through the air, and as it lunged forward, its enormous claws—each tipped with a blood-red human head—swung down with devastating force.

As the beast's claws struck, even the last golden symbol of the Sepulcher of the Sacred, which had been reinforced with countless layers of mystical power, could no longer hold.

BOOM!

After enduring weeks of relentless attacks, the final golden symbol shattered. All twelve symbols were now destroyed, and the barrier that had protected the Sepulcher of the Sacred was no more.

Though there was still one last barrier between the Sepulcher and the southern continent of Elant, it was now nothing more than a fragile shell.

A corpse of a Holy Emperor, its eyes glowing with a dull, blood-red light, stiffly stepped forward. With just a casual swipe of its bloodstained hand, it tore through the barrier, leaving a gaping crack.

The cracks spread like a spiderweb, creeping across the entire barrier.

Watching this unfold, every practitioner felt a wave of despair wash over them.

"It's over. It's completely over. The seal has been broken."

"From this point on, nothing will be able to stop them."

"The Elant continent is doomed. There's no way we'll survive this."

"What do we do now? Where can we even run?"

"Run? Once these Holy Emperors break free, there won't be a single place left untouched!"

"ROAR!"

As if sensing the overwhelming despair, the Holy Emperors' blood-red eyes all turned toward the practitioners outside the barrier.

Their roars were filled with a ravenous hunger, as if they saw everyone before them as nothing more than prey.

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Fear spread like wildfire. By now, no one believed they could escape with their lives.

This was no longer just a problem for a few individuals. In a short time, the entire Elant continent would be consumed by this catastrophe.

"Where's Goddess Sylvia? What happened to her?"

"Maybe… she's already perished inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred…"

The crushing weight of despair and fear seemed to swallow everyone whole.

As the barrier continued to crumble, the corpse of a Holy Emperor, wearing a twisted grin, tore open the crack and stepped halfway onto the soil of the Elant continent.

"It's all over. There's no one left who can stop this disaster."

"I can't believe I spent centuries cultivating, only to die here, unable to even protect my family back home!"

But just as everyone was about to give in to despair, something strange happened.

The Holy Emperor corpse, which had been about to step fully onto the Elant continent, suddenly froze in place. Even the blood-red glow in its eyes flickered and vanished in an instant!