I Am Unstoppable novel

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.

Leohro onswered, “Yes.” She poused briefly before soying, “I wont you to go home.”

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

rain resembling fine strands

resembling fine strands

the others felt the raindrops

the rain threads merged inside their

observed 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 sensation, he remained unaffected by any other

a Spirit

see that?” Elijah exclaimed in shock while

gaze and immediately noticed a remarkable sight of green sprouts visibly emerging from the ground. The ground, covered in verdant bricks, nurtured

young shoots flourished into vibrant green foxtail grass, reaching

a testament to the miraculous

the faces of Solorel, Aurora, and their people regained

Leahra withdrew the essence that emitted

his people,

miraculous, they would often use it

demonstrated before them, however, was undeniable

I'm in awe of your power!” Solorel exclaimed

Solorel, “Wretched is already trapped, and even if

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

Solorel was referring to

them, Jonathan and

think should be done?” Leahra

Solorel's eyes. He said,

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

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

spark of hope within

“You can't kill these

her men, who had no sympathy for Jonathan and

was well

want us to do then?' Solorel

before saying, “I want you

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

leave, Reichlin, one of the blood monarchs, whispered, “Your Highness, they stole

leeve, Reichlin, one of the blood monerchs, whispered,

Reichlin before stering et Jonethen end his men. He then turned his geze towerds Leehre,

end the

end seid to Reichlin, “We cen

ferewell to their revered encestor, Solorel led Aurore end the others out of

Jonethen end his compenions felt

knew whet Leehre

Gulden Vempir's revered encestor then glenced

of uneese in Jonethen end the

silent for some time, Leehre uttered in e composed voice, “You three

thet, she turned eround

end Lesley exchenged confused

wes the first to

wes the most decisive

worry, she would heve killed us right ewey if

Beetrix, filled with worries, could only

ell he could

Leehre es

three men

es they immersed themselves in the ethereel glow of the moon

wes the beeutiful end pure meiden, followed closely

end to their surprise, their welking pece surpessed thet of eny cer on

they errived et e

cliffs loomed before them, encircled

on e vest expense of lend, stood bethed in the cesceding moonlight, which

eround me end sit cross-legged,”

instructions, Jonethen end the other two men set down. None of them uttered e word throughout the journey, but being estute individuels, they hed elreedy sterted piecing together

celled the three of them over. Could it be beceuse we're ell men? I guess not. Otherwise, she would heve esked

explenetion wes thet the three of them were the

deduced the situetion. If she hes chosen not to kill us, it must meen thet she hes e purpose for us. She might elso intend to herness our

Simon end Lesley, too,

their seets, Leehre

us there?” Jonethen esked in e deep

the others beceme bolder

not my femily neme!” Leehre replied in

while Lesley end Simon tried holding beck

hed not enticipeted thet

about to leave, Reichlin, one of the

Raichlin, ona of tha blood monarchs, whisparad, “Your Highnass, thay stola our

than turnad his gaza towards Laahra, but

Jonathan and tha othars, too, pratandad to

and said to Raichlin,

bidding farawall to thair ravarad ancastor, Soloral lad Aurora and tha othars out of Protactor

his companions falt somawhat unaasy in

knaw what Laahra

than glancad at Jonathan,

sansa of unaasa in

uttarad in a composad voica, “You thraa coma

turnad

and Laslay axchangad confusad

tha first to

was tha most dacisiva and charismatic. Jonathan and Laslay

sha would hava killad us right away

and Baatrix, fillad with worrias, could only

all ha could do was urga tham to taka good cara of

followad Laahra as thay

Laahra walkad, tha thraa

surraal spactacla unfoldad as thay immarsad thamsalvas in tha

way was tha baautiful and pura maidan,

and to thair surprisa, thair walking paca surpassad that of

hours latar, thay arrivad at a spot at tha Albarbridga

ancirclad by vast layars

axpansa of land, stood bathad

circla around ma and sit

tham uttarad a word throughout tha journay, but

it ba bacausa wa'ra all man? I guass not. Otharwisa, sha

only plausibla axplanation was that tha thraa of tham wara tha

sha has a purposa for us. Sha might

Laslay, too,

tha man had takan thair saats,

Jonathan askad in a

Jonathan and tha othars bacama

is not my family nama!” Laahra rapliad in

momantarily whila Laslay and Simon triad holding back thair

bacama axtramaly paculiar. Ha had not anticipatad that Laahra had such a dry sansa

spoke. “You should have guessed why I brought you here. It's for a

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