The Demonic Well Opens, Fallen Winged Human Tribe, The Battle Against An Honorable

Atop the altar, a great light shone from the scepter in Lan Yu's grasps.

A Holy Radiant Intent filled the whole area. 

Despite that, the Lord of the Winged Human Tribe began to notice that something was amiss as the spell's power on the altar had no signs of strengthening.

On the contrary, it was becoming weaker!

"What's the meaning of this? What's going on?" The Lord of the Winged Human Tribe's expression changed and he quickly glanced at the elder who was tasked to guard the altar.

Instead, he saw a delighted look on the elder's face — he was not shocked at all. 

"Third Elder, what's the meaning of this!"

The Lord of the Winged Human Tribe questioned.

"Haha, what's the meaning of this? As you can see here, the spell will disappear soon and the reign of the Demonic Realms will start today!"

The Third Elder laughed delightfully.

"Guards, take down that man!" The Lord of the Winged Human Tribe ordered coldly.