World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1262 - 559: Yan Nai’er, Nirvana Demon Transformation! _2

Chapter 1262: 559: Yan Nai’er, Nirvana Demon Transformation! _2

So, she needs a completely new body, a true demon’s physique.

Not only that, he either invited or bound, and found hundreds of the most outstanding Shaman priests to together host this blood sacrifice ceremony.

To lock in the energy of the demon blood, he spent countless crystal stones to construct this blood pool.

And the greatest cost was slaughtering thousands of martial-skilled Demon Clan people and thousands of high-bloodline beasts, placing the blood of these high-class Demon Clan people and high-class beasts into this blood pool.

The goal for spending this endless cost is only one: to reshape the ancient witch.

The demon has fallen for countless years, and now the whole world has no real Demon Race.

So, the original Demon King has now become the Barbarian King.

The once mighty Demon Race is now under the dominance of the Dragon Temple, forced to sign one humiliating treaty after another.

Now, the entire Northern Barbaric Lands have completely fallen, and the families of the five Great Demon Kings have nearly been slaughtered by Emperor Motuo.

What’s more, after the Motuo Empire swept through the entire Northern Barbaric Lands, a remarkably powerful Motuo Empire was established. They signed the Ten Thousand Mountains Treaty with the Dragon Temple, dared not go north, and thus looked covetously at the Southern Barbaric Lands.

Facing such a crisis, the eight Great Demon Kings of the Southern Barbaric Lands continue to remain enclosed, like scattered sands.

To resist against the Dragon Temple, to counter the Motuo Empire, one must unify the entire Southern Barbaric Lands and establish a powerful Demon Empire.

Otherwise, once the day comes when the Motuo Empire and the Dragon Temple join forces to invade the Southern Barbaric Lands, it will mean the complete destruction of the entire Southern Demon Race.

"Boom boom boom..."

Lightning flashed, and thunder roared, with the ground shaking.

Under the enormous energy’s pressure, the entire dark hall on the mountain peak began to tear inch by inch.

"Your Majesty, the time has come!"

An elderly shaman said.

The Demon King’s eyes trembled, with bright red stains on his face, truly bleeding.

"Blood sacrifice ceremony, commence!"

With a command, he drew the dagger, fiercely slicing open his wrist, causing blood to shoot out.

Simultaneously, over a dozen mighty shamans sliced their bloodlines, letting their blood spray into the blood pool.

While, outside the hall, one strong Demon Samurai after another strode in.

Every Demon Samurai’s eyes were bloodshot and red, filled with frenzy, seemingly having lost their senses.

Once they arrived at the edge of the blood pool, their eyes gleamed, then...

"Boom..."

A bolt of lightning struck his body, instantly shattering him completely.

Their blood mixed with demonic blood energy, splashed into the blood pool.

In this manner, one Demon Samurai after another entered, arrived at the blood pool, struck by lightning, instantly turned to ashes, leaving only the strong energy within the Demon blood to splash into the blood pool.

To reshape the ancient witch, this Demon King truly paid an enormous price, a cost almost unbearable if it fails.

Each of these Demon Samurai were elite, with cultivation levels surpassing a Great Demon Warrior.

However, at this moment, they could only serve as puppets for the blood sacrifice, offering their demon blood to provide energy for the ancient witch in the blood pool.

And the blood in the pool had already killed thousands of Demon Samurai and countless high-class beasts.

"Release!"

With a command, the Demon King and dozens of strongest shamans suddenly unleashed mighty energy.

Madly injecting countless demon blood energy into the body in the blood pool.

The lightning in the sky continued striking wildly.

One strong Demon Samurai after another walked to the edge of the blood pool, struck into powder by lightning, allowing the demon blood within to splash into the pool to provide energy.

The Demon King and dozens of shamans used their own blood, their own energy, to pour this endless energy into the ancient witch’s body.

The Demon King, incredibly powerful, naturally unharmed.

But these mighty shamans were already gradually weakening.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, causing one strong shaman to topple over dead instantly.

"Those who travel a hundred miles, half stopped at ninety! It’s the final moment, never give up." The Demon King shouted.

Dozens of shamans continued casting spells frantically.

Outside, one Great Demon Warrior after another walked in to join the blood sacrifice, offering their lives.

Yet the ancient witch in the blood pool still showed no movement.

The Demon King’s face twitched convulsively.

Will it fail?

Two years of effort, countless lives, countless resources given, will it really fail?

He truly couldn’t know if he could bear the consequences of failure.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The heavenly lightning thundered to an extreme.

A shaman tremblingly said: "Your Majesty, the Dark Thunder is ending..."

Dark Thunder is a vital part of this blood sacrifice ceremony, needing lightning and thunder energy to help this ancient witch reshape her body.

To summon Dark Thunder, the Demon King constructed this dark hall at the ten-thousand-meter peak.

Using countless crystal stones, a massive energy array was built to summon Dark Thunder.

Once the Dark Thunder passed, wishing to summon it again would need paying the same cost, choosing another absolutely energy-intensive area, again spend enormous fees and countless crystal stones to construct the dark hall energy array, then wait another year and a half to summon a new Dark Thunder.

Meaning, once Dark Thunder ends, if the blood sacrifice ceremony does not succeed, it will need at least several years more.

"No, absolutely not, I don’t have several years."

"Your Majesty, just a little more, just a little..."

The Demon King clenched his teeth fiercely, suddenly drawing out a Dragon Gold Sword and stabbing it into his own heart.

Instantly, a gush of purple demon blood splattered out, falling into the blood pool.

Then...

Dark Thunder ended, the dark clouds dispersed, seeming like all winds had stopped and waves calmed.

The sky was once again bright.

But, in the blood pool, there was still no reaction, still silent.

The Demon King’s face twisted in pain, he had already offered his own demon blood, why still no success?

Was heaven truly punishing him this way?

The Demon King was nearly feeling desperate!

Yet, at that moment...

The entire blood pool suddenly boiled intensely, surging.

Then the red in the blood pool rapidly disappeared.

As if a vast energy was madly devouring all the energy within the blood pool.

Just like the Dragon Flame boiling the Blood Sea then, all the Demon Bloodline Energy began to gather, rushing towards the woman’s heart within the blood pool.

The whole blood pool quickly became transparent.

The water within the pool thoroughly boiled, shrouded by countless blood mists.

By now, the sky over the mountain top, once again enveloped by darkness, this time the darkness is almost pitch black.

The Demon King and dozens of shamans held their breaths, watching everything.

Almost a quarter-hour later.

The darkness dissipated.

Light reappeared within the dark hall.

By now the blood pool was completely transparent without a trace of redness.

The water here was crystal clear, nearly the cleanest water in the world.

An unparalleled beauty, life-defying, enchanting, and alluring witch calmly lay in the center of the blood pool.

She possessed the most beautiful face, and a devilish figure.

Her body was covered in a tight-fitting blood armor, wrapping her devilishly alluring physique.

Her feet had transformed into devil’s hooves.

Two blood-red wings grew from her back.

Her hair fluttered like flames.

Her leg’s blood armor carried the mark of lightning.

The Demon King’s body began to tremble, his lips quivering.

Did he succeed? Did he finally succeed?

Did he finally use countless lives, countless costs, with the Ancient Blood Sacrifice Hall to reshape an ancient witch?

At this moment, the witch in the water opened her eyes, seductive as fire, seductive as the sea.

She stood up, gazing at everything in wonderment, her eyes like those of a newborn.

She flapped her wings then floated and soared into the air.

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