An Lian suddenly became determined.
Ash City could not hold on for long. If there was no turning point, this place would be completely eroded by the demon tide.
And obviously, Zhou Feng was the source of this turning point.
That pure aura was something An Lian had never felt before.
Perhaps others would be stupefied, but An Lian was certain that Zhou Feng's Sacred Blood bloodline had already reached the level of the Sacred Son.
It was known that the Sacred Blood race was the ruler of the abyss.
The minimum requirement for a City Lord was to have the Sacred Blood bloodline.
At the same time, there were different levels of the Sacred Blood bloodline. Generally speaking, the purer the Sacred Blood bloodline, the stronger one would be.
In An Lian's eyes, Zhou Feng's Sacred Blood bloodline was as pure as the Sacred Son's.
Such a person would definitely be able to lead Ash City through the crisis.