The eighteenth floor of the Necropolis of the Gods. It had grown calm again. Linley’s eyes were now open.
Seeing that Linley had fused with the Sovereign sparks, Beirut, Bluefire, and Bebe couldn’t help but have their faces covered by smiles.
“Linley, how do you feel?” Beirut asked, rather nervous.
Beirut had never felt so nervous, not once in all these years! But right now…he was truly nervous! What if Linley, after fusing two Sovereign sparks, wasn’t as powerful as he had imagined? This would affect whether or not he, Beirut, would be able to openly depart the Yulan Plane in the future. If he would be able to go roam about the Higher Planes and the Divine Planes!
“I feel…” A hint of a smile was on Linley’s face. “Not bad at all!”
“Not bad at all?” Beirut, Bluefire, and Bebe all stared at Linley, puzzlement on their faces. What level of power did Linley’s ‘not bad at all’ represent?
“Boss, are you as powerful as a Chief Sovereign yet?” Bebe suddenly asked.
