Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 394 Endless Demon Domain

As a faint golden light drifted away, the entire Netherspire Citadel fell into an eerie silence.

Suddenly, the demonic cultivators' gazes toward Timothy shifted dramatically, filled with shock and fear.

It was as if a thunderbolt had struck their hearts.

"This pressure… this aura… He's clearly at the level of a Holy Emperor!"

"How is that possible? According to reliable sources, just a year ago, he was nothing more than a novice, abandoned by his Sect!"

"In just one year, he went from barely starting his cultivation to reaching the Transcendence Realm? Even in ancient times, when spiritual energy was abundant, no one could achieve something like this!"

Even though they could clearly feel the overwhelming aura, the demonic cultivators found it hard to believe.

But the sacred and intense pressure was undeniable, causing their bodies to tremble uncontrollably.

The might of a Holy Emperor was truly terrifying!

Even though they tried to suppress their fear, they couldn't hide the deep-seated terror that gripped their hearts.

"Do you still think I'm not qualified to deliver this letter?" Timothy looked at Zalroth, a cold smile on his face.

"A year ago, you were just a discarded disciple of the Demonic Sect, and now you're a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse?

Hahaha! What a ridiculous turn of events!" Unlike the other demonic cultivators, Zalroth burst into laughter, completely unrestrained.

But the moment his eyes met Timothy's, his aura surged violently.

A torrent of demonic energy erupted from him, like a ferocious beast ready to tear the heavens apart.

"Haha, let's see how strong you really are! If you can't convince me, even if you were the King of the Gods, you'd still die here!"

Zalroth's arrogance was on full display, with no attempt to hide it.

Timothy remained calm, as if nothing could faze him.

The Netherspire Citadel revered Holy Emperor Aldric, who once challenged the heavens themselves. In other words, to make them submit, all Timothy needed was to be even more audacious.

Without any warning, as Timothy and Zalroth locked eyes, two immense auras exploded into the air.

Divine power surged, and two Sacred Forms appeared above the Netherspire Citadel.

Timothy's Sacred Form was a towering golden giant, radiating divine majesty.

Zalroth's Sacred Form, on the other hand, was a pitch-black throne, shrouded in thick demonic energy, symbolizing his ambition to make the world bow before him.

As the black throne erupted with demonic energy, it seemed to summon an army of millions from the swirling darkness!

Countless demonic creatures, soldiers of the underworld, and tens of thousands of icy blades surged toward Timothy, carrying the force of a world-ending storm.

The power of the Demon Emperor, who had swept through the demonic realm, was not to be underestimated.

But Timothy's Sacred Form had also undergone a transformation.

In the past, the golden giant was already a formidable Sacred Form, but it had been more like a massive puppet under Timothy's control.

Now, after stepping into the realm of the Holy Emperor, the golden giant had changed dramatically.

The golden Sacred Form sat calmly on the ground, exuding an aura of absolute dominance, as if it could command the entire world.

Strange and intricate patterns were etched into the giant's golden forehead.

It sat still like an immovable mountain, but the moment it rose, the power it could unleash would be beyond imagination.

It was as if the giant carried the majesty of a Buddha, with a divine presence that could sweep across the world.

The howling demonic energy rushed past, but the golden Sacred Form simply raised its hand.

Golden light filled the sky, and the overwhelming pressure spread in all directions, causing the very space around them to tremble.

Even the scene before them seemed to warp and distort.

An ancient, mysterious melody echoed through the air, as if a legion of demons were bowing in worship.

The black throne surged with even more demonic energy, rolling forward like a tidal wave.

But in the face of the countless demonic creatures and the thick black mist, the golden Sacred Form remained seated, slowly raising its hand toward the sky.

"Boom!"

As the palm strike was unleashed, a torrent of golden light transformed into a massive hammer.

Spiritual energy surged around the hammer, burning like a raging fire.

But more importantly, the divine majesty it carried was truly like the wrath of a Buddha, capable of annihilating all life!

The thick demonic energy seemed unwilling to back down, surging forward as if to challenge the golden light head-on.

When the two forces collided, it was like a mountain crashing into the sea.

Rocks shattered, waves surged, and the spiritual energy exploded outward, rippling violently in all directions.

It was impossible to tell who had the upper hand—whether one side had triumphed or if they were evenly matched.

All the demonic cultivators could feel was the suffocating pressure spreading outward, nearly overwhelming them.

The intense shockwaves even fractured the space around them, distorting the very fabric of reality.

"Boom! Boom!"

On the Netherspire Citadel, twelve massive pillars, each engraved with demonic statues, cracked and shattered under the force.

Though the pillars still stood, barely holding together, each one was now covered in massive, visible fractures.

"How is this possible? These twelve pillars were forged from Epic-level meteorite iron and have stood here for a hundred years!"

The demonic cultivators were filled with shock and fear, unable to comprehend how the mere aftershocks of spiritual energy could shatter such mighty pillars.

The sheer terror of the battle between Timothy and Zalroth was beyond their imagination.

Even some of the elders, who had been watching from a distance, were now retreating in fear, not daring to stay too close. They knew that even with their strength, getting caught in the crossfire could easily cost them their lives.

"Impressive. Truly impressive!"

From within the swirling black mist, Zalroth's figure slowly emerged.

At this moment, his left eye had turned completely black.

A gleam of madness and excitement flickered in his gaze, a twisted recognition of Timothy's strength.

But alongside that admiration was a deep, murderous intent. "It's rare to find such a worthy opponent. But now, I want to see what else you've got!"

Zalroth laughed maniacally.

As his laughter echoed, the already thick black mist surged even more violently.

Whoosh!

A fierce wind swept through, and the entire Netherspire Citadel was plunged into an abyss of darkness.

Not only Timothy, but even the demonic cultivators were swallowed by the encroaching blackness.

"What… what is this?!"

"Lord Demon Emperor, spare us! We're still here!"

In mere moments, the air was filled with the sound of desperate, agonized screams.

Within the black mist, the demonic cultivators found themselves trapped in isolated, nightmarish worlds.

This was the second ability of Zalroth's throne-shaped Sacred Form—Endless Demon Domain.

It created a separate world for each victim, designed to break them down completely, both physically and mentally.

The demonic energy within the mist would devour anyone lost inside, leaving no trace of their bodies behind.

The world was like a chessboard, and those trapped within it became mere pawns, ready to be sacrificed at any moment.

This ability was something Zalroth had developed in reverence to the Chess Emperor, Holy Emperor Aldric, whose mastery of strategy and manipulation had inspired him.