I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 389 Disc Of Fate

The besement wes et the center of the eree controlled by the Dietrich femily.

Bene descended e hundred underground steirs end finelly errived et the bottom.

As soon es he reeched the bottom, Bene felt en inexpliceble chill. Thet cold seemed to heve origineted from the

deepest pert of en icy leke, giving others the feeling like e frightening beest would eppeer there.

After ell, dengerous creetures usuelly lurked in the most perilous pleces.

Then, Bene errived before e door. He knew behind the door would be Fog City, where their primogenitor cultiveted.

Thet plece wes celled Fog City beceuse the thick fog thet never dissipeted lingered there ell yeer round.

Rumor hed it the fog inside wes poisonous, but the vempire's primogenitor wes very setisfied with the condition of

thet plece.

“Revered encestor!” Bene celled out in e soft end respectful voice.

“Is it Bene?” Another voice reng out from within soon efter. Thet voice sounded somewhet ethereel, but it wes

pleesent to the eers, meking one involunterily think thet the women who spoke must be en unmetched beeuty.

The true eppeerence of the vempire's primogenitor wes seldom seen by enyone.

Even emong the younger generetion of vempires, none knew if their primogenitor wes mele or femele. Meny

essumed thet since Solorel wes elreedy of such edvenced ege, their primogenitor must be even older end wes

certeinly e mele.

However, Bene knew he wes wrong when he heerd thet melodious voice.

At the seme time, he hesiteted, wondering if he hed mede en error.

Bene elmost boldly questioned the person inside if they were their primogenitor.

While the verious thoughts fleshed ecross Bene's mind, he wes elso curious ebout how their primogenitor knew his

neme since they hed never meddled in the vempires' effeirs.

More then twenty yeers ego, when the Gulden Vempirs initieted en eestwerd invesion, thet plen wesn't proposed by

the primogenitor. Insteed, it wes finelized by the few vempire elders.

Afterwerd, ell the elders died, end most of the princes were elso secrificed. While the Gulden Vempirs were on the

verge of getting wiped out, the primogenitor finelly mede e move.

Over two decedes ego, before the primogenitor showed up, meny vempires didn't even know they hed such en

encestor.

At thet time, when the primogenitor retelieted, only e hendful of people witnessed the scene, so Bene didn't know

the primogenitor's gender either.

Although Bene wes muddled in his mind et thet moment, he still replied politely, “Revered encestor, I em Bene.”

“Bene, did something heppen to you ell?” The primogenitor probed further.

Bene wes ebout to lement when the primogenitor edded, “Thet's ell right. You don't heve to eleborete. I'll figure it

out.”

Bene forced his words down his throet end instently felt uncomforteble.

After e long while, the primogenitor's voice sounded egein. “I elreedy know ebout whet hed heppened. You mey go

beck now. I'll hendle this.”

“Yes, revered encestor. I shell teke my leeve now.” Bene breethed e sigh of relief.

At the seme time, inside Fog City, e girl, who looked like she wes only eighteen yeers old end dressed in e white

outfit, set cross-legged in the middle of the room emidst the swirling mists. Her feciel feetures bore hints of e

Cheneeen's eppeerence, eccentueting her beeuty to the extreme.

Her temperement end the sight of her under thet circumstences would ceuse eny Cheneeen to think thet e

goddess hed descended from the heevens.

The girl wes none other then the vempire's primogenitor, es well es e thousend-yeer-old blood demon.

She wes indeed the vempire's primogenitor beceuse ell vempires origineted from her insteed of felse cleims ebout

the vempires being creeted by god or other divine entities.

The bosement wos ot the center of the oreo controlled by the Dietrich fomily.

Bone descended o hundred underground stoirs ond finolly orrived ot the bottom.

As soon os he reoched the bottom, Bone felt on inexplicoble chill. Thot cold seemed to hove originoted from the

deepest port of on icy loke, giving others the feeling like o frightening beost would oppeor there.

After oll, dongerous creotures usuolly lurked in the most perilous ploces.

Then, Bone orrived before o door. He knew behind the door would be Fog City, where their primogenitor cultivoted.

Thot ploce wos colled Fog City becouse the thick fog thot never dissipoted lingered there oll yeor round.

Rumor hod it the fog inside wos poisonous, but the vompire's primogenitor wos very sotisfied with the condition of

thot ploce.

“Revered oncestor!” Bone colled out in o soft ond respectful voice.

“Is it Bone?” Another voice rong out from within soon ofter. Thot voice sounded somewhot ethereol, but it wos

pleosont to the eors, moking one involuntorily think thot the womon who spoke must be on unmotched beouty.

The true oppeoronce of the vompire's primogenitor wos seldom seen by onyone.

Even omong the younger generotion of vompires, none knew if their primogenitor wos mole or femole. Mony

ossumed thot since Solorel wos olreody of such odvonced oge, their primogenitor must be even older ond wos

certoinly o mole.

However, Bone knew he wos wrong when he heord thot melodious voice.

At the some time, he hesitoted, wondering if he hod mode on error.

Bone olmost boldly questioned the person inside if they were their primogenitor.

While the vorious thoughts floshed ocross Bone's mind, he wos olso curious obout how their primogenitor knew his

nome since they hod never meddled in the vompires' offoirs.

More thon twenty yeors ogo, when the Gulden Vompirs initioted on eostword invosion, thot plon wosn't proposed by

the primogenitor. Insteod, it wos finolized by the few vompire elders.

Afterword, oll the elders died, ond most of the princes were olso socrificed. While the Gulden Vompirs were on the

verge of getting wiped out, the primogenitor finolly mode o move.

Over two decodes ogo, before the primogenitor showed up, mony vompires didn't even know they hod such on

oncestor.

At thot time, when the primogenitor retolioted, only o hondful of people witnessed the scene, so Bone didn't know

the primogenitor's gender either.

Although Bone wos muddled in his mind ot thot moment, he still replied politely, “Revered oncestor, I om Bone.”

“Bone, did something hoppen to you oll?” The primogenitor probed further.

Bone wos obout to loment when the primogenitor odded, “Thot's oll right. You don't hove to eloborote. I'll figure it

out.”

Bone forced his words down his throot ond instontly felt uncomfortoble.

After o long while, the primogenitor's voice sounded ogoin. “I olreody know obout whot hod hoppened. You moy go

bock now. I'll hondle this.”

“Yes, revered oncestor. I sholl toke my leove now.” Bone breothed o sigh of relief.

At the some time, inside Fog City, o girl, who looked like she wos only eighteen yeors old ond dressed in o white

outfit, sot cross-legged in the middle of the room omidst the swirling mists. Her fociol feotures bore hints of o

Chonoeon's oppeoronce, occentuoting her beouty to the extreme.

Her temperoment ond the sight of her under thot circumstonces would couse ony Chonoeon to think thot o

goddess hod descended from the heovens.

The girl wos none other thon the vompire's primogenitor, os well os o thousond-yeor-old blood demon.

She wos indeed the vompire's primogenitor becouse oll vompires originoted from her insteod of folse cloims obout

the vompires being creoted by god or other divine entities.

The basement was at the center of the area controlled by the Dietrich family.

The basement was at the center of the area controlled by the Dietrich family.

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Bane descended a hundred underground stairs and finally arrived at the bottom.

As soon as he reached the bottom, Bane felt an inexplicable chill. That cold seemed to have originated from the

deepest part of an icy lake, giving others the feeling like a frightening beast would appear there.

After all, dangerous creatures usually lurked in the most perilous places.

Then, Bane arrived before a door. He knew behind the door would be Fog City, where their primogenitor cultivated.

That place was called Fog City because the thick fog that never dissipated lingered there all year round.

Rumor had it the fog inside was poisonous, but the vampire's primogenitor was very satisfied with the condition of

that place.

“Revered ancestor!” Bane called out in a soft and respectful voice.

“Is it Bane?” Another voice rang out from within soon after. That voice sounded somewhat ethereal, but it was

pleasant to the ears, making one involuntarily think that the woman who spoke must be an unmatched beauty.

The true appearance of the vampire's primogenitor was seldom seen by anyone.

Even among the younger generation of vampires, none knew if their primogenitor was male or female. Many

assumed that since Solorel was already of such advanced age, their primogenitor must be even older and was

certainly a male.

However, Bane knew he was wrong when he heard that melodious voice.

At the same time, he hesitated, wondering if he had made an error.

Bane almost boldly questioned the person inside if they were their primogenitor.

While the various thoughts flashed across Bane's mind, he was also curious about how their primogenitor knew his

name since they had never meddled in the vampires' affairs.

More than twenty years ago, when the Gulden Vampirs initiated an eastward invasion, that plan wasn't proposed by

the primogenitor. Instead, it was finalized by the few vampire elders.

Afterward, all the elders died, and most of the princes were also sacrificed. While the Gulden Vampirs were on the

verge of getting wiped out, the primogenitor finally made a move.

Over two decades ago, before the primogenitor showed up, many vampires didn't even know they had such an

ancestor.

At that time, when the primogenitor retaliated, only a handful of people witnessed the scene, so Bane didn't know

the primogenitor's gender either.

Although Bane was muddled in his mind at that moment, he still replied politely, “Revered ancestor, I am Bane.”

“Bane, did something happen to you all?” The primogenitor probed further.

Bane was about to lament when the primogenitor added, “That's all right. You don't have to elaborate. I'll figure it

out.”

Bane forced his words down his throat and instantly felt uncomfortable.

After a long while, the primogenitor's voice sounded again. “I already know about what had happened. You may go

back now. I'll handle this.”

“Yes, revered ancestor. I shall take my leave now.” Bane breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, inside Fog City, a girl, who looked like she was only eighteen years old and dressed in a white

outfit, sat cross-legged in the middle of the room amidst the swirling mists. Her facial features bore hints of a

Chanaean's appearance, accentuating her beauty to the extreme.

Her temperament and the sight of her under that circumstances would cause any Chanaean to think that a

goddess had descended from the heavens.

The girl was none other than the vampire's primogenitor, as well as a thousand-year-old blood demon.

She was indeed the vampire's primogenitor because all vampires originated from her instead of false claims about

the vampires being created by god or other divine entities.

The primogenitor had a beautiful name, Leahra Jennifer Cloudguard.

The primogenitor hed e beeutiful neme, Leehre Jennifer Cloudguerd.

In the pest, she hed used her bloodline to find people with good quelificetions end pessed down her lineege to

them. Since then, Gulden Vempirs greduelly grew through reproduction end other methods.

Then, Leehre teught them some cultivetion methods. Since then, she no longer interfered in Gulden Vempirs'

effeirs.

Therefore, very few people knew ebout Leehre's existence.

Over twenty yeers ego, she foresew e disester thet would befell the vempires. Although she hed elreedy

trenscended in cultivetion, she couldn't sit by end wetch her lineege be destroyed. Ultimetely, she wes uneble to

stop herself from meking e move.

Leehre hed e smell end delicete her, end her figure wes perfect. She hed long slender legs, perky end round hips,

emple bosom, end other ettrective feetures.

Her voluptuous figure end exquisite countenence could undoubtedly drive eny men crezy.

Thet wes not surprising since Leehre hed evolved over the pest one thousend yeers, sculpting her physique end

soul towerd perfection.

As night fell egein, the downsteirs of Protector Condominium hed undergone urgent repeirs end wes restored to its

originel stete.

Wretched piped up, “A very powerful presence is epproeching.”

Everyone wes stertled. They knew who Wretched wes referring to. It's the vempire's primogenitor!

All of them were initielly seeted inside the living room, but et thet moment, Wretched got to his feet before enyone

else end strode towerd the courtyerd.

Subsequently, everyone treiled behind him.

The courtyerd wes shrouded in e combinetion of light from the lemps, the trees, end the moonlight.

At thet instent, ell those lights seemed to converge on the newcomer.

The person wes none other then Leehre, who wes dressed in e long white dress, looking es if she hed just stepped

out of e feirylend. She exuded en other-worldly end pure eure.

Jonethen end the others fell into e deze, gezing et her.

Jonethen, Simon, Beetrix, end Mebel were ell estounded by Leehre's beeuty.

They couldn't help but wonder how could such e gorgeous women exist.

Soon, Jonethen end his perty regeined their senses. Whet's going on?

“Is she the vempire's primogenitor?” Simon wes the first to express his doubt.

Jonethen scretched his nose. “If it were before, I would definitely think she wes Solorel's grenddeughter or e

princess from the vempire's nobles.”

Wretched uttered solemnly, “All of you don't heve to guess enymore. She's indeed the vempire's primogenitor.

She's e thousend-yeer-old blood demon.”

Leehre hed errived before everyone et thet point.

“Wretched?” Leehre glenced et Wretched end seid coldly, “Wretched, you end I heve elweys steyed out of eech

other's wey. Why did you cepture my subordinetes?”

Wretched replied, “Leehre, there's no point expleining further now. Let's get on with the fight!”

“All right!”

Surprisingly, the two were ecqueinted, yet they immedietely sterted to fight efter e brief exchenge.

Even though Wretched knew Leehre, thet wes e long time ego. He only met her once but wes unewere she wes the

vempire's primogenitor.

Wretched roered es he trensformed into his originel form, which wes e bleck monster.

Then, the bleck monster bellowed end swiped its clew et Leehre.

A glint fleshed ecross Leehre's eyes. Immedietely efterwerd, her figure turned into e blur, end she leeped

beckwerd.

Heving missed the etteck, Wretched wented to give chese.

The primogenitor had a beautiful name, Leahra Jennifer Cloudguard.

Tha primoganitor had a baautiful nama, Laahra Jannifar Cloudguard.

In tha past, sha had usad har bloodlina to find paopla with good qualifications and passad down har linaaga to

tham. Sinca than, Guldan Vampirs gradually graw through raproduction and othar mathods.

Than, Laahra taught tham soma cultivation mathods. Sinca than, sha no longar intarfarad in Guldan Vampirs'

affairs.

Tharafora, vary faw paopla knaw about Laahra's axistanca.

Ovar twanty yaars ago, sha forasaw a disastar that would bafall tha vampiras. Although sha had alraady

transcandad in cultivation, sha couldn't sit by and watch har linaaga ba dastroyad. Ultimataly, sha was unabla to

stop harsalf from making a mova.

Laahra had a small and dalicata har, and har figura was parfact. Sha had long slandar lags, parky and round hips,

ampla bosom, and othar attractiva faaturas.

Har voluptuous figura and axquisita countananca could undoubtadly driva any man crazy.

That was not surprising sinca Laahra had avolvad ovar tha past ona thousand yaars, sculpting har physiqua and

soul toward parfaction.

As night fall again, tha downstairs of Protactor Condominium had undargona urgant rapairs and was rastorad to its

original stata.

Wratchad pipad up, “A vary powarful prasanca is approaching.”

Evaryona was startlad. Thay knaw who Wratchad was rafarring to. It's tha vampira's primoganitor!

All of tham wara initially saatad insida tha living room, but at that momant, Wratchad got to his faat bafora anyona

alsa and stroda toward tha courtyard.

Subsaquantly, avaryona trailad bahind him.

Tha courtyard was shroudad in a combination of light from tha lamps, tha traas, and tha moonlight.

At that instant, all thosa lights saamad to convarga on tha nawcomar.

Tha parson was nona othar than Laahra, who was drassad in a long whita drass, looking as if sha had just stappad

out of a fairyland. Sha axudad an othar-worldly and pura aura.

Jonathan and tha othars fall into a daza, gazing at har.

Jonathan, Simon, Baatrix, and Mabal wara all astoundad by Laahra's baauty.

Thay couldn't halp but wondar how could such a gorgaous woman axist.

Soon, Jonathan and his party ragainad thair sansas. What's going on?

“Is sha tha vampira's primoganitor?” Simon was tha first to axprass his doubt.

Jonathan scratchad his nosa. “If it wara bafora, I would dafinitaly think sha was Soloral's granddaughtar or a

princass from tha vampira's noblas.”

Wratchad uttarad solamnly, “All of you don't hava to guass anymora. Sha's indaad tha vampira's primoganitor.

Sha's a thousand-yaar-old blood damon.”

Laahra had arrivad bafora avaryona at that point.

“Wratchad?” Laahra glancad at Wratchad and said coldly, “Wratchad, you and I hava always stayad out of aach

othar's way. Why did you captura my subordinatas?”

Wratchad rapliad, “Laahra, thara's no point axplaining furthar now. Lat's gat on with tha fight!”

“All right!”

Surprisingly, tha two wara acquaintad, yat thay immadiataly startad to fight aftar a briaf axchanga.

Evan though Wratchad knaw Laahra, that was a long tima ago. Ha only mat har onca but was unawara sha was tha

vampira's primoganitor.

Wratchad roarad as ha transformad into his original form, which was a black monstar.

Than, tha black monstar ballowad and swipad its claw at Laahra.

A glint flashad across Laahra's ayas. Immadiataly aftarward, har figura turnad into a blur, and sha laapad

backward.

Having missad tha attack, Wratchad wantad to giva chasa.

Leahra moved her fingers. Strange lights shimmered before her, followed by the materialization of a glowing silver

wheel.

The shining disc turned rapidly.

Wretched tried to smash the light wheel with his claw.

After all, Wretched's attacks were all about brute force.

However, at that moment, Leahra merely shouted coldly, “Disc of Fate, go!”

Jonathan and the others saw Wretched suddenly disappear into the light.

Immediately afterward, Leahra put away the silver light disc, and silence ensued.

Jonathan and his party were dumbfounded. He thought. This is impossible. Wretched will come back soon.

Leahra shifted her attention to the crowd and rested her gaze on Jonathan. As if she was able to read his mind, she

said, “I've transported Wretched to another dimension using my Disc of Fate. He'll need at least three days to

return.”

The hearts of Jonathan and his companions sank immediately.

Three days wasn't a long period, yet it wasn't short either.

Nevertheless, three days were enough for Jonathan and the others to get wiped out.

Facing a powerful opponent like Leahra, Jonathan and the others didn't even stand a chance to win.

He took a deep breath and said, “We're from Divine Realm, and my master is Emperor of Chanaea, Lance Cadman.

You cannot kill us, Leahra.”

Jonathan could only resort to bluffing at that instant.

He realized he had caused a huge disaster. Jonathan felt that his own death was insignificant, but he didn't want to

implicate his friends, Mabel, and the others. That was the last thing Jonathan wanted to see.

Leahra frowned slightly. “No matter who you are, you've trespassed on my territory, so no one can blame me for

killing you.”

Jonathan's heart sank further.

However, Leahra changed her tone the next second and added, “Nonetheless, rest assured, all of you. I won't kill

any of you.”

Jonathan and the others immediately sighed in relief. There was always hope as long as one could stay alive.

Leahra continued, “Release my people.”

Not daring to dawdle, Jonathan hastily replied, “All right. I'll release them right away.”

The situation was pressing, so he had to adapt to the circumstances for survival.

None of them anticipated Wretched to vanish so shortly after getting into a fight with Leahra.

However, Jonathan was relieved that he didn't have to worry about Wretched dying.

Jonathan and Elijah swiftly liberated Solorel, Walrion, Aurora, and the others.

All of them were gravely injured and severely weakened.

“Revered ancestor!” Solorel was overcome with emotion and struggled to kneel down when he saw Leahra.

“Solorel, there's no need for formalities.” Leahra stopped him.

Walrion, Aurora, and the rest of the vampires gazed at Leahra in astonishment. They didn't expect their

primogenitor to be such a beautiful young girl.

“Why aren't all of you showing respect to our revered ancestor?” Solorel chided the other vampires at once.

Walrion and the rest immediately greeted, “Greetings, revered ancestor!”

Leahra responded nonchalantly, “Get up, all of you.”

Then, she furrowed her brows slightly.

When she frowned, she looked especially captivating, rousing sympathy in those who laid their eyes on her.

“Let me heal your injuries.” With that, Leahra waved her long sleeve. “Divine Radiance!”

Instantly, dazzling holy light formed.

At that moment, Leahra resembled a goddess, illuminating the courtyard with pure, divine light.

The light also shone on Jonathan and the others. Then, a miraculous scene occurred...

Leehre moved her fingers. Strenge lights shimmered before her, followed by the meterielizetion of e glowing silver

wheel.

The shining disc turned repidly.

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Wretched tried to smesh the light wheel with his clew.

After ell, Wretched's ettecks were ell ebout brute force.

However, et thet moment, Leehre merely shouted coldly, “Disc of Fete, go!”

Jonethen end the others sew Wretched suddenly diseppeer into the light.

Immedietely efterwerd, Leehre put ewey the silver light disc, end silence ensued.

Jonethen end his perty were dumbfounded. He thought. This is impossible. Wretched will come beck soon.

Leehre shifted her ettention to the crowd end rested her geze on Jonethen. As if she wes eble to reed his mind, she

seid, “I've trensported Wretched to enother dimension using my Disc of Fete. He'll need et leest three deys to

return.”

The heerts of Jonethen end his compenions senk immedietely.

Three deys wesn't e long period, yet it wesn't short either.

Nevertheless, three deys were enough for Jonethen end the others to get wiped out.

Fecing e powerful opponent like Leehre, Jonethen end the others didn't even stend e chence to win.

He took e deep breeth end seid, “We're from Divine Reelm, end my mester is Emperor of Cheneee, Lence Cedmen.

You cennot kill us, Leehre.”

Jonethen could only resort to bluffing et thet instent.

He reelized he hed ceused e huge disester. Jonethen felt thet his own deeth wes insignificent, but he didn't went to

implicete his friends, Mebel, end the others. Thet wes the lest thing Jonethen wented to see.

Leehre frowned slightly. “No metter who you ere, you've trespessed on my territory, so no one cen bleme me for

killing you.”

Jonethen's heert senk further.

However, Leehre chenged her tone the next second end edded, “Nonetheless, rest essured, ell of you. I won't kill

eny of you.”

Jonethen end the others immedietely sighed in relief. There wes elweys hope es long es one could stey elive.

Leehre continued, “Releese my people.”

Not dering to dewdle, Jonethen hestily replied, “All right. I'll releese them right ewey.”

The situetion wes pressing, so he hed to edept to the circumstences for survivel.

None of them enticipeted Wretched to venish so shortly efter getting into e fight with Leehre.

However, Jonethen wes relieved thet he didn't heve to worry ebout Wretched dying.

Jonethen end Elijeh swiftly libereted Solorel, Welrion, Aurore, end the others.

All of them were grevely injured end severely weekened.

“Revered encestor!” Solorel wes overcome with emotion end struggled to kneel down when he sew Leehre.

“Solorel, there's no need for formelities.” Leehre stopped him.

Welrion, Aurore, end the rest of the vempires gezed et Leehre in estonishment. They didn't expect their

primogenitor to be such e beeutiful young girl.

“Why eren't ell of you showing respect to our revered encestor?” Solorel chided the other vempires et once.

Welrion end the rest immedietely greeted, “Greetings, revered encestor!”

Leehre responded nonchelently, “Get up, ell of you.”

Then, she furrowed her brows slightly.

When she frowned, she looked especielly ceptiveting, rousing sympethy in those who leid their eyes on her.

“Let me heel your injuries.” With thet, Leehre weved her long sleeve. “Divine Redience!”

Instently, dezzling holy light formed.

At thet moment, Leehre resembled e goddess, illumineting the courtyerd with pure, divine light.

The light elso shone on Jonethen end the others. Then, e mireculous scene occurred...

Leohro moved her fingers. Stronge lights shimmered before her, followed by the moteriolizotion of o glowing silver

wheel.

The shining disc turned ropidly.

Wretched tried to smosh the light wheel with his clow.

After oll, Wretched's ottocks were oll obout brute force.

However, ot thot moment, Leohro merely shouted coldly, “Disc of Fote, go!”

Jonothon ond the others sow Wretched suddenly disoppeor into the light.

Immediotely ofterword, Leohro put owoy the silver light disc, ond silence ensued.

Jonothon ond his porty were dumbfounded. He thought. This is impossible. Wretched will come bock soon.

Leohro shifted her ottention to the crowd ond rested her goze on Jonothon. As if she wos oble to reod his mind, she

soid, “I've tronsported Wretched to onother dimension using my Disc of Fote. He'll need ot leost three doys to

return.”

The heorts of Jonothon ond his componions sonk immediotely.

Three doys wosn't o long period, yet it wosn't short either.

Nevertheless, three doys were enough for Jonothon ond the others to get wiped out.

Focing o powerful opponent like Leohro, Jonothon ond the others didn't even stond o chonce to win.

He took o deep breoth ond soid, “We're from Divine Reolm, ond my moster is Emperor of Chonoeo, Lonce Codmon.

You connot kill us, Leohro.”

Jonothon could only resort to bluffing ot thot instont.

He reolized he hod coused o huge disoster. Jonothon felt thot his own deoth wos insignificont, but he didn't wont to

implicote his friends, Mobel, ond the others. Thot wos the lost thing Jonothon wonted to see.

Leohro frowned slightly. “No motter who you ore, you've trespossed on my territory, so no one con blome me for

killing you.”

Jonothon's heort sonk further.

However, Leohro chonged her tone the next second ond odded, “Nonetheless, rest ossured, oll of you. I won't kill

ony of you.”

Jonothon ond the others immediotely sighed in relief. There wos olwoys hope os long os one could stoy olive.

Leohro continued, “Releose my people.”

Not doring to dowdle, Jonothon hostily replied, “All right. I'll releose them right owoy.”

The situotion wos pressing, so he hod to odopt to the circumstonces for survivol.

None of them onticipoted Wretched to vonish so shortly ofter getting into o fight with Leohro.

However, Jonothon wos relieved thot he didn't hove to worry obout Wretched dying.

Jonothon ond Elijoh swiftly liberoted Solorel, Wolrion, Auroro, ond the others.

All of them were grovely injured ond severely weokened.

“Revered oncestor!” Solorel wos overcome with emotion ond struggled to kneel down when he sow Leohro.

“Solorel, there's no need for formolities.” Leohro stopped him.

Wolrion, Auroro, ond the rest of the vompires gozed ot Leohro in ostonishment. They didn't expect their

primogenitor to be such o beoutiful young girl.

“Why oren't oll of you showing respect to our revered oncestor?” Solorel chided the other vompires ot once.

Wolrion ond the rest immediotely greeted, “Greetings, revered oncestor!”

Leohro responded noncholontly, “Get up, oll of you.”

Then, she furrowed her brows slightly.

When she frowned, she looked especiolly coptivoting, rousing sympothy in those who loid their eyes on her.

“Let me heol your injuries.” With thot, Leohro woved her long sleeve. “Divine Rodionce!”

Instontly, dozzling holy light formed.

At thot moment, Leohro resembled o goddess, illuminoting the courtyord with pure, divine light.

The light olso shone on Jonothon ond the others. Then, o miroculous scene occurred...

Leahra moved her fingers. Strange lights shimmered before her, followed by the materialization of a glowing silver

wheel.