121: Chapter 121 Lin Lei's Shock!

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Tianji Mountain Range.

Four Divine Beasts Clan.

The metal lifeform trembled violently in the air, then transformed into a stream of light and retracted.

Two figures landed steadily on the large plaza of the Tianji Mountain Range.

The old man in black walking in front had his hands behind his back.

His iconic beard twitched slightly, and his gaze swept across the surroundings with a carefree, cynical composure.

The young man following behind wore a fiery red robe.

His figure was as straight as a spear, and his entire being felt like a ball of restrained, extreme blazing sun, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly due to his presence.

"Grandpa!"

Bebe had sharp eyes; after seeing who it was.

The grievances he had suppressed for so long erupted instantly, and he turned into an afterimage, throwing himself directly into Beirut's arms.

The Four Divine Beasts Clan warriors, who were originally intending to rush up to intercept the "unidentified individuals," stopped dead in their tracks.

They saw clearly.

That was the Lord of Youlan Prefecture, Beirut!

"Lord Beirut..."

The Grand Elder's originally ashen face flushed with a hint of red, and he hurried forward to welcome them.

At this moment.

Linley also stumbled out of the hall.

The moment he saw Allen, a fire finally ignited in his hollow eyes.

"Big Brother Allen!"

"Lord Beirut!"

Linley's voice was hoarse, filled with a trace of pleading, and he was even somewhat incoherent.

Beirut patted Bebe's head, signaling him to stop crying for now.

Subsequently.

The old man turned around, looked at Delia, who was breathing weakly on the ice bed, and frowned slightly.

"It's this despicable Soul poison again."

The Grand Elder rubbed his hands together somewhat anxiously, his tone bordering on begging.

"Lord, Delia can't hold on much longer."

"Youlan Prefecture is far away, we thought you wouldn't make it in time..."

Beirut waved his hand and looked at Allen beside him.

"Whether the road is far or not depends on who is leading the way."

"With this kid Allen's speed, my metal lifeform almost fell apart."

Only then did everyone notice Allen.

He stood there quietly, clearly not emitting any pressure.

But the aura around him made every Highgod present feel a suppression coming from the depths of their Souls.

Linley didn't care about pleasantries; he knelt with a thud in front of the two.

"Please."

"Save Delia."

"As long as you can save her, I will do anything!"

Allen raised an eyebrow slightly, stepped forward, and lifted Linley up.

His movement was unremarkable, yet Linley felt an irresistible force steadily setting him upright.

"Go inside first."

Allen's voice was concise and powerful.

The atmosphere inside the room was suffocatingly tense.

Several Elders held their breath, afraid of disturbing Beirut.

Beirut leaned over to the ice bed, glanced at the black energy on Delia's brow, and sighed.

"Troublesome."

"This kind of poison has already eroded the Soul Origin."

Linley's heart sank to the bottom instantly.

"Even you have no way?"

Beirut glanced sideways at Linley, his lips curving into an inscrutable smile.

"To save her, there are three methods."

"First, beg a Sovereign; a Sovereign can solve it with a wave of their hand."

The Grand Elder smiled bitterly.

What kind of existence is a Sovereign?

After the Four Divine Beasts Old Ancestors fell, they didn't even have the qualifications to meet a Sovereign.

"Second, a Shura-level Life-element expert."

"Have him use the Life-element sovereign force, consuming ten thousand years of cultivation to forcibly expel it."

Everyone fell silent again.

Life-element Shuras were already rare, let alone one willing to damage their own cultivation for the Four Divine Beasts Clan?

"Then what about the third?"

Linley stared fixedly at Beirut.

Beirut didn't speak, but instead turned to the side and pointed at Allen, who was standing silently to the side.

"Let him try."

The hall was deathly silent.

Everyone's gaze turned towards Allen in unison.

Linley was stunned and instinctively asked back.

"Big Brother Allen..."

"He is a Fire-element Shura, can this work?"

Bebe also scratched his head, looking confused.

"Grandpa, Big Brother Allen is Fire-element; the attributes don't match, won't he burn Sister-in-Law?"

Allen was expressionless, his eyes devoid of any fluctuation.

He just looked at Beirut.

"I didn't bring any Life-element sovereign force."

Beirut chuckled, flipped his withered palm, and a crystal-clear white jade bottle appeared in his palm.

"I have plenty here, enough to go around."

The moment the bottle stopper was pulled out.

A rush of vitality, concentrated to the extreme, exploded within the hall; the withered potted plants actually sprouted new buds instantly.

sovereign force!

That was the Life-element sovereign force that even Shuras would covet!

Allen took the small bottle and waved his hand casually.

That drop of emerald-green liquid floated at his fingertips, emitting a gentle yet dangerous light.

Under the gaze of everyone.

Allen didn't make any complex preparations, just gently pressed toward Delia's brow.

"Hum!"

There were no violent Law fluctuations, nor any dazzling light effects.

The moment Allen's fingertip touched Delia.

That drop of sovereign force seemed to be governed by an absolute rule, without producing any dissipation.

Originally, when ordinary Highgods used sovereign force, blinding halos would dissipate into the surroundings.

But in Allen's hands, that power was as obedient as a pet.

The Grand Elder's originally murky eyes suddenly widened, and he froze in place.

This absolute control over energy...

This will that turns decay into magic...

"Great... Great Perfection!"

The Grand Elder's voice trembled, filled with unbelievable terror.

Only Great Perfection experts would not have any energy loss when mobilizing sovereign force!

Only those legendary existences standing at the Peak of the Divine-Grade could possess this level of control!

Allen completely ignored the shock of the people around him.

In his eyes, there was only that mass of black energy entrenched within Delia's Soul.

In his eyes, this poison was no longer an unsolvable grim reaper, but a few messy threads.

"Disperse."

Allen shouted in a low voice.

That was the judgment of his will!

The black energy, originally arrogant and devouring vitality, seemed to encounter its natural enemy the moment Allen touched it, retreating frantically.

The emerald-green vitality, with an unparalleled dominance, forcibly took over.

Delia's originally gray complexion became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her breathing became smooth.

Her Soul stabilized.

In just three minutes.

The black spot on Delia's brow disappeared completely.

"It's done."

Allen retracted his hand, and more than half of that drop of Life-element sovereign force actually remained.

He flicked his finger casually, and the remaining Divine Power turned into a green light, sinking into Delia's body to nourish her damaged Foundation.

Linley rushed to the bedside, grabbed Delia's hand, felt that long-lost warmth, and tears streamed from his eyes.

"Big Brother Allen..."

"You... did you really achieve a Breakthrough?"

Allen turned around and nodded with a calm expression.

"Just lucky."

Two short words, but in the ears of the Grand Elder and the Clan Elders, they were no different from a thunderclap.

Lucky?

Since the birth of Hell countless years ago, how many Great Perfection experts have appeared?

Every Great Perfection expert is the supreme deity beneath the Sovereigns!

Even in this turbulent Bloodridge Continent.

Even experts at the level of a Prefecture Lord must be respectful when seeing a Great Perfection expert.

Patriarch Gaisersen of the Four Divine Beasts Clan had also arrived.

He stood at the doorway and happened to see this scene.

A monstrous storm was stirred up in his heart.

The Four Divine Beasts Clan was currently being driven mad by the blockade of The Eight Great Clans, and countless clansmen had fallen.

If...

If there was this Great Perfection expert guarding...

Patriarch Gaisersen took a deep breath, trying hard to calm the waves in his heart.

He was the Clan Chief.

He had to consider the entire Family.