As for Hodan's Thunder God Clone, he could let it drift through the Spatial Turbulence for now. Hodan was a Paragon, after all, so even in the Spatial Turbulence, he wouldn't be in any immediate danger.
He could simply pull Hodan out of the Spatial Turbulence later. Beirut's Chief Sovereign Clone absolutely wouldn't dare leave the Yulan Continent; otherwise, he'd have an excuse to attack Beirut directly.
Most importantly, the Yulan Continent was extremely far from Hell. Even if Beirut's Chief Sovereign Clone hurried over, it would take him at least a day. By then, he would have everything taken care of.
Besides, even without rescuing him, Hodan had plenty of ways to get out of the Spatial Turbulence: he could ask another Chief Sovereign for help, or send his Fate God Clone to rescue him. Either way, there was no danger in the short term.
"Lord Oufu, save me!" he shouted as he flew toward Oufu.
"Uterde, do me a favor and let this go." Oufu appeared beside Augusta with a feigned air of helplessness, blocking Uterde as he moved to kill the Radiant Overlord. Although they were the same person, aside from Hodan, no one else knew of their relationship yet. He still had to play his part.
"Oufu, are you really going to protect him?" Uterde asked, his expression grave.
"You actually used Oufu's favor on something like this?" The Destruction Sovereign turned to the Radiant Overlord, disbelief in his eyes. Did he truly hate Beirut that much? A favor from the foremost Chief Sovereign was incredibly valuable. Even he, the Destruction Sovereign, was tempted by it.
"Hmph. In your eyes, I'm a madman anyway. I'll use my favors however I please. Hahaha!" Augusta replied with a laugh. "Besides, I'm about to win ten consecutive Plane Wars.