SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 591

Chapter 591: Where is Lirae?

Erelion only smiled again. He was never going to say that.

Damon lifted the almost dead elf with his blood tendrils and squeezed the life out of him with his very hands, and just as the elf was about to die, a splash of green fell over him along with a voice that boomed from everywhere.

"Don’t you think that’s enough?"

Green motes lifted from the ground like fireflies and fully surrounded Erelion, healing him with vitality and lifeforce from top to bottom.

Damon did not care about him anymore. He turned around sensing a profound aura behind him. It was an elf, an old man. His long white hair reached his waist, tied loosely with vine-like threads.

That was in fact the only indication that he was even old at all. Everywhere else the old elf oozed youth and vitality. His body was a massive framework of muscles and raw, unrestrained power.

His skin held the faint luminescence of living bark, sun-kissed, smooth, unwrinkled. His steps were slow, deliberate, but each one made the desert grow. Tiny sprouts burst from the sand as if bowing at his passing.

Damon watched the old elf with cold, assessing eyes, blood tendrils still dripping crimson venom behind him like a demon’s shadow. He could feel that the elf was a cut above him in power level but he did not feel any sense of danger from him for some reason.

The old elf stopped a few steps away, his gaze sliding over Damon with mild curiosity and unmistakable amusement. "Well," the elder said, voice echoing with depth and age. "You nearly killed my grandson. A bold choice."

Damon shrugged one shoulder, utterly unfazed. "He refused to answer my question."

The elder huffed a small laugh. "You certainly are as troublesome as she claimed."

Damon’s eyes narrowed. "She? Where is Lirae?"

"Straight to the point. Good. We don’t have time for elven courtesies." He motioned lazily to Erelion, who was now gasping weakly under the green glow.

"Let him live," He said. "He has made enough mistakes for one lifetime."

"I am afraid that will depend on your answer. You might be stronger than me, but you are not strong enough to suppress me completely." Damon did not budge.

"Brat, both Lirae and this fool are my grandchildren. Why would I harm my own grandchildren? Now, can you relax and retrieve your venom flowing in his body? How you managed to develop a venom as potent as this is beyond me, blood child, but if you leave it in him any longer, even I won’t be able to pull him back."

Damon didn’t move. His expression didn’t soften. Blood tendrils didn’t retract. "Answers first. Grandchildren or not, he blocked me, lied to me, and wasted precious time. I don’t tolerate that. Now you are doing the same thing."

The old elf laughed. "Alright, you impudent little shit. I will tell you where my grandchild currently is. But even if you know that, it’s useless. You cannot reach the place she is in right now."

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