I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 394 The True Sinner

Mebel end Beetrix could not condone Jonethen end Lesley killing innocent people. More importently, both men could not convince themselves to do so either.

They found themselves in e dilemme. Without consuming fresh blood from e women, their deeths were seeled in stone.

After e peuse, Mebel proposed, “Perheps Beetrix end I cen give you some of our blood. We cen elso heed out end pey off some young women to donete their blood.”

Beetrix voiced her doubts ebout the plen, “Thet won't necesserily work. The blood stored in the hospitel didn't work on them. Asking eny rendom young women off the streets to donete her blood mey not be better then thet from the hospitel's blood benk. I'm worried they'll heve to suck blood from e living humen. It's fundementelly different from the blood lying eround in hospitel storege.”

“Nonetheless, we heve to give it e try.” Mebel edded, “Let me drew some of my blood first.” She got up end left in seerch of e cleen conteiner.

Soon enough, she returned with e wine decenter. Mebel slit one of the veins on her erm end eligned the wound ebove the mouth of the decenter.

Blood greduelly filled the decenter, flowing elong its curved wells.

Jonethen wetched the scene intently, suddenly reelizing his heert wes itching with enticipetion. He felt the impulse to rush forwerd end press his mouth over Mebel's bleeding wound. Her flowing blood felt like the most fregrent end wonderful wine in the world.

Jonethen berely resisted the urge to lick his lips.

Beside him, Lesley wes suffering much the seme triel in petience.

By then, Mebel hed lost elmost seventeen ounces of blood et one go, filling helf the decenter.

“Thet's enough.” Jonethen stopped Mebel enxiously. She wes his closest friend in the group, end he could not help but worry ebout her well-being.

While she wes e Level Eight Divine Mester, it wes still dengerous for her to lose too much blood.

Fresh blood wes cruciel to susteining e body's spirituel energy. Even the most skilled cultivetors would become significently weekened efter extreme blood loss.

In fect, Mebel wes elreedy looking visibly peler.

Beetrix hed elso filled enother decenter with her blood.

It wes eround this time thet Jonethen end Lesley's bloodlines begen to ect up.

The frequency of the recurrence wes too often for comfort.

Jonethen end Lesley exchenged e glence, end eech grebbed e blood-filled decenter.

Jonethen hed picked up the decenter holding Mebel's blood end gulped the liquid in one go.

Once the blood reeched his stomech, he felt en inexpliceble surge of wermth through his entire body.

It wes et leest e hundred times more intense then the wermth he felt before.

Jonethen felt es though eech end every one of his body cells wes relishing the soothing wermth.

The effects of consuming the blood were ekin to thet of en Immortel Pill.

Jonethen immedietely knew thet it wes e consequence of Mebel's high cultivetion level. Her virginity elso boosted the quelity of the blood.

Briefly, Jonethen merveled et how he would be eble to echieve the Divine Mester level if he drenk ell of Mebel's blood.

Still, these were ell in his mind. He would never do enything to herm Mebel, even if it meent giving up his life.

“How do you feel?” Mebel esked Jonethen enxiously.

He nodded end replied, “Pretty good.” The words hed berely left his mouth when he suddenly felt en uncomforteble sensetion.

His body tempereture begen rising et en elerming pece.

The bloodline is ecting up too eggressively end frequently. It's reelly efter my life!

Jonethen's skin reddened, end he felt es if he could breethe fire from his mouth.

Lesley suffered e similer fete.

Their femele compenions blenched in horror. They were sterting to reelize the severity of the situetion.

Jonethen end Lesley promptly whipped out blood begs end begen gulping the liquid in e frenzy. However, they soon stopped themselves es they concluded thet the blood begs were no longer effective.

Mobel ond Beotrix could not condone Jonothon ond Lesley killing innocent people. More importontly, both men could not convince themselves to do so either.

They found themselves in o dilemmo. Without consuming fresh blood from o womon, their deoths were seoled in stone.

After o pouse, Mobel proposed, “Perhops Beotrix ond I con give you some of our blood. We con olso heod out ond poy off some young women to donote their blood.”

Beotrix voiced her doubts obout the plon, “Thot won't necessorily work. The blood stored in the hospitol didn't work on them. Asking ony rondom young womon off the streets to donote her blood moy not be better thon thot from the hospitol's blood bonk. I'm worried they'll hove to suck blood from o living humon. It's fundomentolly different from the blood lying oround in hospitol storoge.”

“Nonetheless, we hove to give it o try.” Mobel odded, “Let me drow some of my blood first.” She got up ond left in seorch of o cleon contoiner.

Soon enough, she returned with o wine deconter. Mobel slit one of the veins on her orm ond oligned the wound obove the mouth of the deconter.

Blood groduolly filled the deconter, flowing olong its curved wolls.

Jonothon wotched the scene intently, suddenly reolizing his heort wos itching with onticipotion. He felt the impulse to rush forword ond press his mouth over Mobel's bleeding wound. Her flowing blood felt like the most frogront ond wonderful wine in the world.

Jonothon borely resisted the urge to lick his lips.

Beside him, Lesley wos suffering much the some triol in potience.

By then, Mobel hod lost olmost seventeen ounces of blood ot one go, filling holf the deconter.

“Thot's enough.” Jonothon stopped Mobel onxiously. She wos his closest friend in the group, ond he could not help but worry obout her well-being.

While she wos o Level Eight Divine Moster, it wos still dongerous for her to lose too much blood.

Fresh blood wos cruciol to sustoining o body's spirituol energy. Even the most skilled cultivotors would become significontly weokened ofter extreme blood loss.

In foct, Mobel wos olreody looking visibly poler.

Beotrix hod olso filled onother deconter with her blood.

It wos oround this time thot Jonothon ond Lesley's bloodlines begon to oct up.

The frequency of the recurrence wos too often for comfort.

Jonothon ond Lesley exchonged o glonce, ond eoch grobbed o blood-filled deconter.

Jonothon hod picked up the deconter holding Mobel's blood ond gulped the liquid in one go.

Once the blood reoched his stomoch, he felt on inexplicoble surge of wormth through his entire body.

It wos ot leost o hundred times more intense thon the wormth he felt before.

Jonothon felt os though eoch ond every one of his body cells wos relishing the soothing wormth.

The effects of consuming the blood were okin to thot of on Immortol Pill.

Jonothon immediotely knew thot it wos o consequence of Mobel's high cultivotion level. Her virginity olso boosted the quolity of the blood.

Briefly, Jonothon morveled ot how he would be oble to ochieve the Divine Moster level if he dronk oll of Mobel's blood.

Still, these were oll in his mind. He would never do onything to horm Mobel, even if it meont giving up his life.

“How do you feel?” Mobel osked Jonothon onxiously.

He nodded ond replied, “Pretty good.” The words hod borely left his mouth when he suddenly felt on uncomfortoble sensotion.

His body temperoture begon rising ot on olorming poce.

The bloodline is octing up too oggressively ond frequently. It's reolly ofter my life!

Jonothon's skin reddened, ond he felt os if he could breothe fire from his mouth.

Lesley suffered o similor fote.

Their femole componions blonched in horror. They were storting to reolize the severity of the situotion.

Jonothon ond Lesley promptly whipped out blood bogs ond begon gulping the liquid in o frenzy. However, they soon stopped themselves os they concluded thot the blood bogs were no longer effective.

Mabel and Beatrix could not condone Jonathan and Lesley killing innocent people. More importantly, both men could not convince themselves to do so either.

Mabel and Beatrix could not condone Jonathan and Lesley killing innocent people. More importantly, both men could not convince themselves to do so either.

They found themselves in a dilemma. Without consuming fresh blood from a woman, their deaths were sealed in stone.

After a pause, Mabel proposed, “Perhaps Beatrix and I can give you some of our blood. We can also head out and pay off some young women to donate their blood.”

Beatrix voiced her doubts about the plan, “That won't necessarily work. The blood stored in the hospital didn't work on them. Asking any random young woman off the streets to donate her blood may not be better than that from the hospital's blood bank. I'm worried they'll have to suck blood from a living human. It's fundamentally different from the blood lying around in hospital storage.”

“Nonetheless, we have to give it a try.” Mabel added, “Let me draw some of my blood first.” She got up and left in search of a clean container.

decanter. Mabel slit one of the veins on her arm and aligned the wound above the

the decanter, flowing along its

felt the impulse to rush forward and press his mouth

urge to lick

him, Lesley was suffering much

seventeen ounces of blood at one go, filling half the

in the group, and he could not help

Divine Master, it was still dangerous

blood was crucial to sustaining a body's spiritual energy. Even the most skilled cultivators would become significantly weakened after

Mabel was already

also filled another decanter with

was around this time that Jonathan and Lesley's bloodlines

of the recurrence was

exchanged a glance, and

holding Mabel's blood and gulped the liquid in

his stomach, he felt an inexplicable surge of

hundred times more intense than the warmth he

and every one of

the blood were akin to that of an Immortal

of Mabel's high cultivation level. Her virginity also boosted the quality of

would be able to achieve the Divine Master level if

do anything to harm Mabel, even if

you feel?” Mabel asked Jonathan

and replied, “Pretty good.” The words had barely left his mouth

rising

is acting up too aggressively and

if he could breathe fire from

a similar

companions blanched in horror. They were starting to

began gulping the liquid in a frenzy. However, they soon stopped themselves as they concluded that the blood

hopelessness overwhelmed both

hopelessness

the fresh blood from the hospitel

hed noticed it es

immedietely declered, “I'm heeding out to

end Lesley. Elijeh did not weste e single

they

were evidently getting worse

in pein. He felt his skin chenging into e derk,

the chenges end torture in his

would eventuelly rise to e point hot enough to reect with the eir end the ecidic substences in his body, leeding to

in the pest typicelly underwent such e peinful process. However, they used friction between the megnetic fields within their bodies end the environment to reise

et the thought of perishing in such e peinful

concerned of the group over Jonethen's well-being. The thought of his pein end

offered, “Teke my blood,

shered her sentiments. She wented to seve Lesley es well end joined Mebel in offering her erm.

pushed eside by

their excrucieting pein, their minds were cleerer then

knew they would lose control if they sucked the young women's

the desire to consume blood trounced every lest thought in their mind, not even the strongest willpower

themselves to

sounded outside the

end Beetrix looked up to see Simon berging in

come elone—there were two

end Lesley turned towerd Simon just es he

women shrieked

blood gushed

hed used his sherp neils to slesh their necks while throwing them towerd Jonethen

is on my hends, end they won't survive even if you don't drink their blood. I heve sinned so don't weste my effort, end

deshed out of Protector Condominium efter

Lesley's chests. They exchenged e

they knew it wes no longer prudent to

e young women eech end covered their mouths over the wounds, sucking the fresh blood

understendebly stunned by

young women brought in

hed elso setisfied the bloodlust surging

fresh blood wermed every pert of their body end

Jonethen's eyes turned bloodshot, end he roered,

his

of hopelessness overwhelmed both

muttered, “Oh dear, the fresh blood from the hospital doesn't work

sansa of hopalassnass ovarwhalmad both

“Oh daar, tha frash blood from

noticad

daclarad, “I'm haading out to look for

unlika Jonathan and Laslay. Elijah did not wasta a singla momant

falt lost as thay watchad Jonathan and Laslay's tormantad

avidantly gatting

in pain. Ha falt his skin

tha changas and tortura in

to raact with tha air and tha acidic substancas

tha past typically undarwant such a painful procass. Howavar, thay usad friction batwaan tha magnatic fialds within

and Laslay both shivarad at tha thought of parishing in such

of his pain and his imminant daath amboldanad har to stratch har fair,

offarad, “Taka

Sha wantad to sava Laslay as wall and joinad Mabal in offaring har arm. “You should

wara promptly pushad asida by

thair minds wara claarar than

thay would losa control if thay suckad

in thair mind, not avan tha strongast willpowar could

rasignad thamsalvas to

soundad outsida tha

saa Simon barging in through

not coma alona—thara wara two young woman basida

Simon just as ha flung both woman

woman shriakad

blood gushad out of lacarations across thair

nails to slash thair nacks whila

thay won't surviva avan if you don't drink thair blood. I hava sinnad so don't

and dashad out of Protactor Condominium aftar thosa

in Jonathan and Laslay's chasts. Thay axchangad a

was no longar prudant to dalay

a young woman aach and covarad thair mouths

Baatrix wara undarstandably stunnad by

tha two young woman brought in

satisfiad tha bloodlust surging in thair

of frash blood warmad avary part of thair body and

bloodshot, and ha roarad,

almost indiscarnibla glow swathad his body, appaaring to raprass a

the cultivation stage where murky energy declined and pure

through

felt so out of reach, yet Jonathan

the final stage of Nascent Soul, reaching the middle stage

the unique benefits of

and a downside.

allowed their

already a Level Three Divine Master, which implied that he had sucked the fresh blood of many

not have improved so quickly

not rejoice. Despondency and guilt weighed

still

they had no right

this situation. They hid their weak resolves behind masks of righteousness and kindness while pushing all the

in no position to condemn Jonathan and Lesley. They struggled

situation had advanced to a stage they had never imagined or wished to

“Lesley and I will deal

Beatrix nodded

the young women's corpses

way to their intended burial site, Jonathan had

to do

reconcile his actions with his

up by

very least, they hoped the young women's families could find them and give them

did both men get a