Chapter 216: This is bad!

Holy Emperor Apocalypse was once hailed as the closest to reaching the Ascension Phase in the past ten thousand years.He had stood proudly atop the Elant Continent, looking down on all from the highest peak.

But that once-arrogant and invincible Holy Emperor Apocalypse ultimately failed in his final breakthrough.

Not only did he fail to ascend to the next phase, but at the critical moment, his spiritual foundation collapsed. Under the devastating lightning tribulation, he died with deep regret.

After his death, his remains were buried in the "Imperial Tomb."

No one could have imagined that the bones of Holy Emperor Apocalypse would one day be dug up and refined by the Dragon Blood Formation.

Now, the figure that had consumed the body of Holy Emperor Featherwind was no longer distinguishable. It was impossible to tell who it truly was anymore.

But that blood-soaked figure radiated an unprecedented, terrifying aura.

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"Ascension Phase, early stage!"

Although Holy Emperor Apocalypse's body still hadn't fully broken through to the Ascension Phase, no one on the Elant Continent had reached that level in ten thousand years!

Even at the early stage of the Ascension Phase, such a being could reshape the heavens and earth—a terrifying existence of unimaginable power.

The aura of death that filled the air above Sky Sanctuary was so overwhelming that it caused countless people across the land to look up in fear.

The sheer terror of that presence was enough to make the world tremble!

"This is bad. Be careful—something's really off about his aura!"

Holy Maiden Aeliana's usually calm face showed a rare hint of fear as she leaped in front of Sylvia.

An endless stream of radiant light flowed from her back, forming the colossal God of Flowers Form, which scattered petals across the sky.

The God of Flowers Form, passed down through the Holy Land for countless generations, was a mysterious and powerful technique.

But at that moment, Holy Emperor Apocalypse, who had already consumed Holy Emperor Featherwind, took a step forward.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy. His blood-red body seemed cold and lifeless, as if he were already dead.

The space around him felt as though it was bending to his will, as if he was the embodiment of all the laws of the universe.

Strange patterns covered his crimson hand, and wherever it passed, everything was torn apart.

The seemingly infinite power of the God of Flowers Form was instantly shredded the moment it came into contact with him.

An eerie silence fell over the world, as if even the heavens had gone still. With each step Holy Emperor Apocalypse took, the space around him twisted and trembled.

Holy Maiden Aeliana's expression grew more serious. She summoned a dazzling lotus flower, large enough to blot out the sky.

"Boom!"

The lotus descended, but the moment it touched that figure, it disintegrated into dust.

"Just how powerful has he become?!"

No one could have predicted that Holy Maiden Aeliana, a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, would have her attack rendered completely useless.

At that moment, Holy Emperor Apocalypse's head suddenly turned. His twisted neck creaked as he faced Sylvia.

His blood-stained teeth gleamed, and on his grotesque, distorted face, there was a strange, unsettling smile.

With a single step, he closed the distance between them.

"Boom!"

The Sacred Bell rang out again, carrying with it an overwhelming, majestic force.

A gentle breeze swept through, causing Sylvia's long dress to flutter. She held a crimson wooden sword, and behind her, the Sacred Form slowly emerged.

Even though the sky was covered in dark clouds and the world seemed dim, her cold, elegant figure stood tall in the air, like a brilliant star.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, flawless in every way.

On any other day, Goddess Sylvia would be seen as one of the most powerful beings on the Elant Continent, nearly impossible to defeat.

But now, she was facing the reanimated corpse of Holy Emperor Apocalypse.

A mindless monster, yet one that had reached the early stage of the Ascension Phase!

The sound of the Sacred Bell echoed as Sylvia charged forward, engaging in battle with the now soulless Holy Emperor Apocalypse.

Sword energy slashed through the air, radiant light swirled, and fierce winds howled.

In the sky, waves of unparalleled pressure rippled outward in all directions.

The sheer force of the battle was awe-inspiring.

"No wonder she's Goddess Sylvia—her strength is incredible!"

"Holy Emperor Apocalypse has already stepped into the early stage of the Ascension Phase, yet Goddess Sylvia can still hold her own against him!"

Though Sylvia was clearly at a disadvantage, many couldn't help but marvel as they gazed up at the sky.

"I wonder how much longer the Goddess can hold on," Timothy muttered, frowning slightly.

This was the first time Sylvia had ever been at such a disadvantage in a one-on-one fight.

The eerie aura surrounding Holy Emperor Apocalypse was becoming more and more complete. If this continued, no matter how strong Sylvia was, she wouldn't be able to stand against a monster that had been strengthened to the early stage of the Ascension Phase.

"Timothy, weren't you just acting all high and mighty? What, scared now?"

From the sky, Holy Emperor Mountainshade glanced at Timothy, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Though he hadn't made a move, his mere presence in the air was enough to keep everyone in check.

With him there, no one could interfere with the battle.

"I'm just waiting for the right moment to lay that corpse to rest," Timothy replied with a faint smile.

"Lay it to rest?" Holy Emperor Mountainshade burst into laughter at those words.

A century of preparation, Holy Emperor Thunderflame had been slain, Holy Emperor Featherwind sacrificed, and they had poured everything into the Dragon Blood Formation to create this monster. All of it was for one purpose: to use overwhelming force to kill Sylvia right here and now.

Even with Sylvia and Holy Maiden Aeliana joining forces, they were clearly losing ground. Who could possibly stop this from happening?

Today would mark the fall of Sky Sanctuary, and it would also be the day Goddess Sylvia met her end!

"Well, if you're that confident, let's see how it plays out," Timothy said, his gaze fixed on Holy Emperor Mountainshade, a small smile still on his lips.

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And the moment the Celestial Azureflame reached its peak power was also the moment it would be devoured.

There was only one chance. It couldn't be missed.

But to speed up the process, he would need to use his wife's blood.

Timothy's eyes narrowed as he looked up at the sky.

The situation was clearly turning against them.

Holy Emperor Apocalypse's power was becoming more terrifying by the second. His strange, blood-red claws seemed capable of tearing apart the very laws of the universe.

Everything before him was meaningless.

"Boom!"

The God of Flowers Form, which had been holding on for so long, finally shattered.

Holy Maiden Aeliana was severely injured, stumbling back several steps, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

The once-resonant Sacred Bell was now fading, and even Sylvia, with her cold, composed face, had a single drop of sweat rolling down her cheek. Her hand, gripping the sword, trembled slightly.

"This is bad!"

From below, Elder Turner suddenly shouted in alarm.

At the same time, Holy Emperor Apocalypse moved. He now controlled all the laws of space.

The air trembled, blood-red energy filled the sky, and in the next moment, he appeared directly above Sylvia, his blood-soaked hand reaching down to strike...