Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1181

Chapter 1181: Chapter 654 Nine Directions_2 Chapter 1181: Chapter 654 Nine Directions_2 Members of other sects nodded in agreement, as well; they all knew that the situation had far exceeded their control. They looked at the elder's silhouette with both awe and gratitude filling their hearts. They were aware that if it were not for the elder's presence, they would likely have perished in the Yellow Springs by now.

The elder was fully engrossed, chanting the spell; his hands traced complex trajectories in the air, as if weaving a vast net. This net, composed of countless runes, each flickering with blinding light, seemed to contain infinite power.

As the chant progressed, the net gradually materialized and began to shroud the corpse of the evil cultivator. The body, as if sensing something, started to tremble violently, the Demonic Qi becoming denser and more ferocious.

However, once shrouded in the net, the evil cultivator's body seemed to be bound, unable to move even a bit. The Demonic Qi was gradually absorbed and cleansed by the net, ultimately vanishing without a trace.

The elder breathed out and withdrew his hands. He turned to look at Logan, his eyes filled with relief and approval, “You did very well, Logan. Your strength is even greater than I had imagined.”

Logan, somewhat embarrassedly scratching his head, laughed, “Oh, it's nothing, Elder. You are the truly formidable one. If it hadn't been for your timely arrival, we would have likely been doomed long ago.”

The elder smiled but said no more. He knew that although this crisis had been resolved, the underlying threat still remained. He must find a solution quickly, or The World would likely fall into crisis once again.

At this moment, people from several sects approached; their eyes filled with gratitude and admiration as they looked at the elder and Logan. They were aware that their escape from danger was completely thanks to the assistance provided by these two Strong Ones.

“Thank you for our lives, Elder, and Brother Logan,” a Sect Disciple said respectfully.

The others echoed in agreement, “Yes, thank you, Elder and Brother Logan. If not for you, we would have likely perished in the Yellow Springs by now.”

The elder waved his hand and laughed, “No need for formality. We are all from the Mystical Sect; helping each other is only right. However, this incident should serve as a reminder to us all. We must always stay vigilant and not become complacent. Otherwise, similar crises are likely to recur.”

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. They knew the elder was right. Constant vigilance was necessary to ensure The World's peace and tranquility.

Thus, under the elder's leadership, the group started to clean up the scene, repairing the destroyed fields of flowers. They knew that though this crisis was averted, there was still a long road ahead of them. They must continue to work hard to protect the future of The World.

Now, they were completely beyond salvation. Beads of cold sweat formed on their foreheads, trickling down their cheeks like fine rain, falling onto the cold ground with a faint but distinct sound. Their eyes were filled with terror and despair; they dared not speak, as if any slight noise might alert the unknown, terrifying presence. Everyone there, including the Flood Dragons, wore faces of despair. Their hearts pounded fiercely in their chests, as if trying to break free from constraints, escaping the dreadful scene.

“What… what shall we do?” a Sect Disciple asked with a trembling voice, his eyes filled with helplessness and confusion. Yet, no one answered him, for they all knew that with their current power, there was no way to contend with the impending calamity.

To them, the Strong One had always seemed unreachably high, but at this moment, even in the face of Divine Level beings, they were utterly helpless. Their hearts were filled with powerlessness and sorrow, as they seemed to foresee their future fate–easily crushed, exhausted to the end, until nothing but ash and smoke.

At this time, the Divine Artifacts in the hands of the Sect returned to their possessors, but the aura within the black mist felt increasingly strong, as if an invisible giant hand was tightly squeezing their throats, suffocating them. The light from the Divine Artifacts also became dim and lackluster, as if they had lost their former radiance.

“What… what power is this?” a Sect Elder asked in terror, his voice shaking, evidently unable to accept the reality before him.

“This is Divine Level power, we simply cannot resist,” another Elder sighed, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Before long, a huge rift suddenly appeared in the sky, like a gaping maw about to swallow The World whole. From within came a voice, deep and majestic, as if it were the will of a Heavenly God, irresistible to all.

“You ants dare to challenge the majesty of a god? Truly overestimating yourselves!” the voice said, its tone filled with disdain and scorn.

Hearing this, everyone felt even more terrified. They knew that in front of this Divine Level being, they were as insignificant as ants, utterly unable to withstand even a fraction of its power.

“Elder, we… we did not mean to offend, it's just… it's just…” a Sect Disciple tried to explain, but no matter what, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

“Just what? Is it that you are greedy and ignorant, wanting to explore the power of the gods?” the voice sneered, as though it had seen right through their thoughts.

Hearing this, everyone felt even more ashamed. They knew that it was indeed their greed and ignorance that had led them to this point. If they had heeded the Elder's advice from the beginning and not entered this sea of flowers, perhaps such a disaster would not have occurred.

“Elder, we… we are willing to atone for our sins, willing to be your oxen and horses, we only beg you to spare us this once,” a Sect Elder pleaded, his voice trembling, evidently on the verge of collapse.

However, the voice did not respond to their plea. It merely chuckled coldly, then said, “Atone? Be oxen and horses? Hmph, did you think the gods are so easily deceived? Today, let me show you the true majesty of a god!”

After speaking, the voice suddenly intensified, as if a clap of thunder exploded in the sky. Everyone felt an overpowering force surge down from the sky, binding them tightly, leaving them completely immobilized.

“Ah!” Everyone screamed in terror, their eyes filled with despair and fear. They knew they could no longer escape the control of this Divine Level being.

Yet, at this critical moment, a ray of white light suddenly burst forth from the crowd. The light was pure and intense, as though it could purify all evil. It rushed straight towards the rift in the sky and collided with the powerful force, making a deafening sound.

The people only felt a powerful shockwave emanate from the sky, throwing them into disarray. They watched the white light in the sky in horror, their hearts filled with doubt and confusion.

“What is that… what is that?” a Sect Disciple asked in shock.

“Is that… is that the Elder's power?” another Disciple guessed.

However, no one could answer their questions. After the collision of the white light and the strong force, the rift in the sky suddenly vanished as if it had never existed. And that overpowering force disappeared without a trace, as if devoured by the white light.

The people stared dumbfounded at everything in the sky, their minds filled with shock and bewilderment. They did not understand what had just happened, nor did they know what that white light was.

Just then, the Elder's figure suddenly appeared before them.

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