Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Is four wings really that powerful?"

Xander couldn't help but burst into laughter when he heard this.

"Wings are the highest legacy of our Skyfeather Sanctuary. Only by mastering the ancient secret techniques passed down from our ancestors can one grow more wings.

Even the Holy Emperor Featherwind could only achieve five wings. So, what do you think? Is four wings strong or not?"

As he spoke, he shot a mocking glance at Holy Maiden Aeliana and continued, "Sure, we might not be able to go up against the Holy Emperor, but as for this Cloudspire Fortress, unless you have wings, there's no way anyone can break through!"

Holy Maiden Aeliana frowned slightly, feeling the oppressive aura pressing in from all sides.

The barrier in front of her was indeed strange, and even she couldn't break through it.

But as she inadvertently glanced over, she noticed that Timothy seemed completely unfazed.

"Do you have a plan?" Holy Maiden Aeliana asked, clearly surprised.

Timothy replied, "If wings are what we need to fly across, then why not just use wings?"

"Are you dreaming? Hahaha!"

This time, not only Xander but the other soldiers burst into laughter as well.

The fact that Holy Maiden Aeliana couldn't break through the barrier had already put their minds at ease.

As for growing wings?

That was a secret technique exclusive to Skyfeather Sanctuary, passed down only to a select few.

What, was he planning to pluck feathers from a bird?

Even if he somehow managed to grow one or two wings, without strong enough wings, they'd be shattered long before he reached the fortress!

"But what if I had six wings? Could I fly across then?" Timothy suddenly asked.

"Six wings? Are you still dreaming, or did you just wake up?" Xander laughed arrogantly, but his laughter abruptly stopped halfway.

A sudden, intense feeling of unease surged through Xander, and he quickly turned to look at Timothy.

"Boom!"

Out of nowhere, a vast and overwhelming aura exploded outward, pressing down on everyone around.

A fierce wind howled, creating a powerful gust.

In the sky, pure white feathers began to fall without warning.

In the pitch-black night, a brilliant light suddenly burst forth.

The light was so dazzling, and within it, there seemed to be an endless sense of power and majesty.

"What the hell is happening?!"

In an instant, Xander and the others' expressions changed dramatically as they stared in disbelief at the sudden turn of events.

The light grew even brighter, and as the windstorm swept outward, they could finally make out what was happening.

But when they saw it, everyone was stunned.

A radiant, multicolored light swirled around, and in the dark night sky, amidst the fierce winds, six wings appeared behind Timothy!

Each wing shimmered with brilliant light, and the pressure emanating from them was immense.

It was... the Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle.

There was no mistaking that aura!

Xander was completely dumbfounded.

Even the Holy Emperor Featherwind could only manifest five wings.

Six wings? How was that even possible?

The legend of the Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle hadn't been heard of in ages.

And Timothy wasn't even from Skyfeather Sanctuary.

How on earth did he get his hands on such a treasure?

As the aura from Timothy's six wings spread out, everyone on the fortress walls felt an overwhelming sense of fear.

It was a reverence that came from the depths of their souls.

Six wings unfurled, a god descending to earth!

Even though their hearts were filled with rage, when faced with the radiant glow of those six wings, they couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to bow down.

And this feeling clung to them, refusing to fade.

At the same time, Timothy moved.

With those six wings at his back, even the strange void that had blocked Holy Maiden Aeliana was nothing more than an illusion before him.

He crossed it effortlessly, and the massive floating fortress was now fully exposed to Timothy.

Inside the fortress, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of practitioners from the Sanctuary, with Xander himself standing guard.

But as they looked up at Timothy hovering in the sky, an inexplicable fear gripped their hearts.

"Timothy, how dare you go this far! Skyfeather Sanctuary will never forgive you. Today, I will see you buried here!"

Xander roared, his fury reaching its peak.

His shout seemed to snap the others out of their reverence.

Hundreds of figures with wings on their backs rose into the air, all of them locking onto Timothy as their target.

But the six wings behind Timothy were not just for show.

The light around him intensified, and suddenly, it burst forth.

A violent windstorm erupted, and countless Quill Arrows rained down from the sky. Each pristine Quill Arrow seemed to carry an immense power within it.

The arrows, filled with a chilling aura, surged toward everyone.

In an instant, the entire floating fortress descended into chaos.

Despite their desperate attempts to defend themselves, countless people were pierced by the sudden onslaught of Quill Arrows.

The arrows were like sentient blades, impossible to evade.

"So this is the power of the Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle?

But Timothy isn't even one of us from Skyfeather Sanctuary!"

As they gazed at Timothy floating in the sky, his figure seemed like that of a god, instilling fear in all who saw him.

The fortress's greatest defense was the void river, but now, in front of Timothy, it was as if it didn't exist at all.

In the blink of an eye, countless people fell in terror.

Xander could no longer hold back.

As one of the three generals under Holy Emperor Featherwind, stationed here by his command, how could he betray the Holy Emperor's trust?

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You've only just stepped into Ocean's Gate, and you think you're invincible?" Xander shouted angrily.

His four wings spread wide, and the oppressive aura of the Holy Emperor emanated from him.

But that wasn't all—a faint, blood-red mist began to seep from his body.

At that moment, even Xander's eyes were tinged with a faint blood-red pattern.

The blood-red lines were eerie and unsettling, sending a chill down the spine of anyone who saw them.

He had unhesitatingly tapped into the power of the Dragon Blood Formation!

"Splurt, splurt."

The skin on Xander's back suddenly tore open, and with a sinister aura, a blood-soaked wing burst through his flesh, emerging into the air.

Blood dripped down, and the grotesque, blood-red wing extended its veins toward the other four wings.

As the blood-red lines spread, the sound of tearing echoed through the air.

The white wings were completely shredded, releasing a foul stench.

The five wings behind Xander had all transformed into twisted, grotesque shapes, exuding a nauseating odor.

"Roar!"

Even his roar had become beast-like.

Xander's eyes were bloodshot, and he had completely succumbed to a berserk state.

His aura surged, and with that eerie energy, he lunged at Timothy like a deformed beast.

The stench of blood and decay was enough to chill anyone to the bone!