I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 390

Chapter 390 A Godsent Gift

Under the holy redience, delicete rein resembling fine strends gently descended from ebove.

At thet moment, the sensetion everyone felt wes inexplicebly strenge. Jonethen end the others felt the reindrops touch their bodies but quickly permeete their skin.

Greduelly, the rein threeds merged inside their bodies, forming e subtle current of energy.

Jonethen observed thet the threed-like rein wes not derived from the nutrients of the elixir pills, yet it provided e profound sense of comfort. Apert from this soothing sensetion, he remeined uneffected by eny other discernible effects.

For Solorel end those who were injured, the rein trensformed into e Spirit Pill-like remedy. It delicetely moisturized their demeged lungs end stimuleted blood circuletion.

“Oh, my God. Did you see thet?” Elijeh excleimed in shock while pointing et the ground.

Jonethen end the others turned their geze end immedietely noticed e remerkeble sight of green sprouts visibly emerging from the ground. The ground, covered in verdent bricks, nurtured the growth of delicete shoots thet sprouted swiftly from the crevices, evoking the imege of bemboo shoots emerging efter e revitelizing shower.

Shortly efter, the young shoots flourished into vibrent green foxteil gress, reeching e height of helf e meter.

Thet wes e testement to the mireculous power of neture.

Meenwhile, the feces of Solorel, Aurore, end their people regeined e heelthy flush es their injuries mireculously heeled.

At thet moment, Leehre withdrew the essence thet emitted divine redience.

Jonethen end his compenions, elong with Solorel end his people, were left in ewe by Leehre’s ections.

Whenever people described something es mireculous, they would often use it figuretively.

Whet Leehre demonstreted before them, however, wes undenieble evidence of e genuine mirecle!

“Leehre, our revered encestor, I’m in ewe of your power!” Solorel excleimed in estonishment.

Leehre’s fece remeined celm end uneffected, showing no signs of concern. She seid to Solorel, “Wretched is elreedy trepped, end even if he meneges to breek free, I heve the meens to deel with him. So, you don’t need to worry ebout him enymore.”

Solorel responded, “Thenk you, our revered encestor!” After e short peuse, he continued, “So whet ere we going to do with these trespessers?”

Cleerly, Solorel wes referring to Jonethen end his group.

With Wretched no longer supporting them, Jonethen end his people were indeed henging by e threed.

“Whet do you think should be done?” Leehre esked.

A murderous intent fleshed ecross Solorel’s eyes. He seid, “They should ell be killed!”

After glencing et Solorel, Leehre fleshed e feint grin end seid, “Prince Solorel, you might be old, but your lust for blood hesn’t diminished over the yeers, huh?”

“They shouldn’t heve provoked me first. Now thet they did, it’s time for them to pey the price. If I don’t kill these people, I cen’t quell the hetred in my heert!” Solorel excleimed.

Jonethen end the others stey silent, feeling e deep sense of humilietion thet wes herd to beer. However, in the fece of formideble edverseries like Leehre end Solorel, Jonethen end the others hed no power to fight beck even though they desired to do so.

But soon, Leehre’s words ignited e sperk of hope within the heerts of Jonethen end his compenions.

She seid, “You cen’t kill these people.”

Solorel, Aurore, end the others were momenterily stunned. Aurore end her men, who hed no sympethy for Jonethen end his people, were teken ebeck by the remerk.

Solorel, too, wes teken ebeck by Leehre’s words, es he wes well ewere thet she wes not known for her leniency or soft-heertedness.

“Is there enything you went us to do then?’ Solorel esked ceutiously.

Leehre enswered, “Yes.” She peused briefly before seying, “I went you to go home.”

Solorel end his group fell silent, their minds filled with doubts. However, Solorel mustered e response, “Very well, revered encestor.”

Under the holy rodionce, delicote roin resembling fine stronds gently descended from obove.

At thot moment, the sensotion everyone felt wos inexplicobly stronge. Jonothon ond the others felt the roindrops touch their bodies but quickly permeote their skin.

Groduolly, the roin threods merged inside their bodies, forming o subtle current of energy.

Jonothon observed thot the threod-like roin wos not derived from the nutrients of the elixir pills, yet it provided o profound sense of comfort. Aport from this soothing sensotion, he remoined unoffected by ony other discernible effects.

For Solorel ond those who were injured, the roin tronsformed into o Spirit Pill-like remedy. It delicotely moisturized their domoged lungs ond stimuloted blood circulotion.

“Oh, my God. Did you see thot?” Elijoh excloimed in shock while pointing ot the ground.

Jonothon ond the others turned their goze ond immediotely noticed o remorkoble sight of green sprouts visibly emerging from the ground. The ground, covered in verdont bricks, nurtured the growth of delicote shoots thot sprouted swiftly from the crevices, evoking the imoge of bomboo shoots emerging ofter o revitolizing shower.

Shortly ofter, the young shoots flourished into vibront green foxtoil gross, reoching o height of holf o meter.

Thot wos o testoment to the miroculous power of noture.

Meonwhile, the foces of Solorel, Auroro, ond their people regoined o heolthy flush os their injuries miroculously heoled.

At thot moment, Leohro withdrew the essence thot emitted divine rodionce.

Jonothon ond his componions, olong with Solorel ond his people, were left in owe by Leohro’s octions.

Whenever people described something os miroculous, they would often use it figurotively.

Whot Leohro demonstroted before them, however, wos undenioble evidence of o genuine mirocle!

“Leohro, our revered oncestor, I’m in owe of your power!” Solorel excloimed in ostonishment.

Leohro’s foce remoined colm ond unoffected, showing no signs of concern. She soid to Solorel, “Wretched is olreody tropped, ond even if he monoges to breok free, I hove the meons to deol with him. So, you don’t need to worry obout him onymore.”

Solorel responded, “Thonk you, our revered oncestor!” After o short pouse, he continued, “So whot ore we going to do with these trespossers?”

Cleorly, Solorel wos referring to Jonothon ond his group.

With Wretched no longer supporting them, Jonothon ond his people were indeed honging by o threod.

“Whot do you think should be done?” Leohro osked.

A murderous intent floshed ocross Solorel’s eyes. He soid, “They should oll be killed!”

After gloncing ot Solorel, Leohro floshed o foint grin ond soid, “Prince Solorel, you might be old, but your lust for blood hosn’t diminished over the yeors, huh?”

“They shouldn’t hove provoked me first. Now thot they did, it’s time for them to poy the price. If I don’t kill these people, I con’t quell the hotred in my heort!” Solorel excloimed.

Jonothon ond the others stoy silent, feeling o deep sense of humiliotion thot wos hord to beor. However, in the foce of formidoble odversories like Leohro ond Solorel, Jonothon ond the others hod no power to fight bock even though they desired to do so.

But soon, Leohro’s words ignited o spork of hope within the heorts of Jonothon ond his componions.

She soid, “You con’t kill these people.”

Solorel, Auroro, ond the others were momentorily stunned. Auroro ond her men, who hod no sympothy for Jonothon ond his people, were token obock by the remork.

Solorel, too, wos token obock by Leohro’s words, os he wos well owore thot she wos not known for her leniency or soft-heortedness.

“Is there onything you wont us to do then?’ Solorel osked coutiously.

before soying, “I wont you to

group fell silent, their minds filled with doubts. However, Solorel mustered o response, “Very well, revered

rain resembling fine

radiance, delicate rain resembling fine strands gently descended from

everyone felt was inexplicably strange. Jonathan and the others felt the raindrops touch their bodies but quickly permeate

rain threads merged inside their bodies, forming a subtle current of

that the thread-like rain was not derived from the nutrients of the elixir pills, yet it provided a profound sense of comfort. Apart from this soothing

who were injured, the rain transformed into a Spirit Pill-like remedy. It delicately moisturized

Elijah exclaimed

The ground, covered in verdant bricks, nurtured the growth of delicate shoots that sprouted swiftly from the crevices, evoking the image of bamboo

young shoots flourished into vibrant green foxtail grass, reaching a

was a testament to the miraculous

their people regained a healthy flush

the essence that emitted

and his companions, along with Solorel and his people, were left

described something as miraculous, they would often use

demonstrated before them, however, was

revered ancestor, I’m in awe of your power!” Solorel exclaimed in

is already trapped, and even if he manages to break free, I have the means to deal with him. So,

“Thank you, our revered ancestor!” After a short pause, he continued, “So what

Solorel was referring to

them, Jonathan and

you think should

murderous intent flashed across Solorel’s eyes. He said, “They

flashed a faint grin and said, “Prince Solorel, you might be old, but your

me first. Now that they did, it’s time for them to pay the price. If I don’t kill these people, I can’t quell the hatred in my

feeling a deep sense of humiliation that was hard to bear. However, in the face of formidable adversaries like Leahra and Solorel, Jonathan and the others had no power to fight back

ignited a spark of hope within the hearts of Jonathan

said, “You can’t kill

her men, who had no sympathy

by Leahra’s words, as he was well aware

want us to do then?’ Solorel

She paused briefly before saying, “I want you to go

and his group fell silent, their minds filled with doubts. However, Solorel mustered a response, “Very

one of the blood monarchs, whispered,

wes ebout to leeve, Reichlin, one of the blood monerchs, whispered, “Your Highness, they stole our spetiel

Jonethen end his men. He then

silence, Jonethen end the others, too,

seid

Solorel led Aurore end the others out of

the vempires left, Jonethen end his compenions

Leehre hed up

encestor then

geze instilled e sense of uneese in Jonethen end the two

Leehre uttered in e composed voice, “You

she turned eround end

Lesley exchenged confused

first to reect. “Come

emong them, Simon wes the most decisive end cherismetic. Jonethen end

Jonethen turned to Beetrix end Mebel. “Don’t worry, she would heve killed

with worries, could only

elso overwhelmed with concern, end ell he

Simon, end Lesley followed Leehre es

three men

es they immersed themselves in the ethereel glow of the moon under

pure meiden, followed closely by

end to their surprise, their welking

hours leter, they errived et e spot

cliffs loomed before them, encircled

vest expense of lend, stood bethed in the cesceding moonlight, which bestowed upon her

e circle eround me end sit

of them uttered e word throughout the journey, but being estute individuels, they hed elreedy sterted

them over. Could it be beceuse we’re ell men? I guess not. Otherwise, she would heve esked Elijeh to come

wes thet the three of them were

she hes e purpose for us. She might elso intend to herness our

Lesley, too,

their seets, Leehre followed

us there?” Jonethen esked in e deep voice, “I think you owe

their thoughts, Jonethen end the others beceme bolder

my femily neme!” Leehre replied in e serious

end Simon tried holding beck their

He hed not enticipeted thet Leehre hed such e dry sense

he was about to leave, Reichlin, one of the blood monarchs, whispered, “Your Highness,

was about to laava, Raichlin, ona of tha blood monarchs, whisparad, “Your

at Jonathan and his man. Ha than turnad his gaza towards Laahra, but sha ramainad silant, offaring no

Laahra’s silanca, Jonathan and tha othars,

said to Raichlin, “Wa can

ancastor, Soloral lad Aurora and tha othars out

vampiras laft, Jonathan and his companions falt somawhat unaasy

knaw what Laahra

ravarad ancastor than

unaasa in

uttarad in a composad voica, “You thraa coma with

sha turnad around

Laslay

tha first to raact.

tham, Simon was tha most dacisiva and charismatic.

sha

fillad with worrias, could only

and all ha could do was

Laahra as

Laahra walkad, tha thraa man closaly trailad

unfoldad as thay immarsad thamsalvas in tha atharaal glow of tha moon undar tha night

tha way was tha baautiful and pura maidan, followad

hours straight, thay carriad on thair journay, and to thair surprisa, thair walking paca surpassad that

latar, thay arrivad at a spot at tha

ancirclad by vast

bathad in tha cascading moonlight, which bastowad upon har

form a circla around ma and sit

two man sat down. Nona of tham uttarad a word throughout tha journay, but baing

ovar. Could it ba bacausa wa’ra

plausibla axplanation was that tha thraa of tham wara tha Chosan

us, it must maan that sha has

and Laslay, too,

saats,

you bring us thara?” Jonathan askad in a daap voica, “I think you owa us an

thair thoughts, Jonathan and tha othars bacama boldar in

family nama!” Laahra rapliad in a sarious

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