Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1205
Chapter 1205: Chapter 666: The Tenth Realm_2 Chapter 1205: Chapter 666: The Tenth Realm_2 His face turned pale, and his forehead's blue veins bulged, clearly putting up a fierce resistance against this rampant force. At this critical moment, Logan suddenly remembered the Elixir he carried with him. Without a moment's hesitation, he took out the Elixir from his chest and swallowed it.
The Elixir entered his belly and a warm power instantly surged through his body as if injecting a new vitality. This power counteracted the wild Aura, allowing Logan to finally catch his breath. He silently thanked his luck; had it not been for the timely consumption of the Elixir, he feared he couldn't have withstood the wild Aura and would have been drained dry and perished.
Logan was filled with emotion inside. Although the move was immensely powerful, its side effects were equally astonishing. He vowed silently; next time, he'd better not use this move. Perhaps the opponent wouldn't die, but he might go first.
He gasped for cold air, trying to calm the tumult inside his heart. It should be known that his body and Bloodline had been refined and tempered countless times to reach the current Realm. His strength had also enhanced time and time again, and yet, at this point, he barely withstood the side effects of the move.
“It's really too terrifying,” Logan muttered to himself, his eyes firmly fixed on the Longsword in his hand. The sword seemed to be given new life at this moment, the blade shimmering with a faint blood-colored glow, revealing an aura that made one's heart palpitate.
“Are you alright?” The Sword Spirit's voice suddenly rang in Logan's mind, carrying a touch of concern and worry.
Logan shook his head and offered a bitter smile, “I'm fine, just that the side effects of this move are more terrifying than I imagined. I must be more cautious before using it next time.”
The Sword Spirit fell silent for a moment, and then slowly said, “This move is indeed powerful, but it requires you to pay a corresponding price. Your body and Bloodline have been refined purely to withstand such power. However, I believe in you, as long as you continue your diligent Cultivation, you will surely master many more powerful moves in the future.”
Heartened by these words, Logan felt a warm surge within him. He knew all too well that his journey to this day couldn't have been achieved without the companionship and support of the Sword Spirit. He silently resolved to cultivate even harder, to not let down the expectations of the Sword Spirit.
Thus, he took a deep breath and readjusted his state. Then, holding the Longsword, his gaze steadied as he looked into the distance. He knew there were more challenges and adventures waiting for him ahead, but he was prepared, ready to bravely face whatever difficulties lay ahead until victory was his.
Sweat poured from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and falling onto the hard ground, making a faint noise. Even so, the effort and perseverance symbolized by this sweat were far from enough. Logan knew he had to continue channeling Essence Energy; otherwise, he couldn't meet the enormous demand of the Sword Spirit. This was not just a battle; it was a challenge to his own limits.
Logan clenched his teeth, his hands gripping the hilt tightly as if to gather all his strength into this one slash. His eyes became extraordinarily determined, as if they could pierce through all obstacles and gaze straight into the looming victory. He clenched his fists, feeling the power surging inside him, with most of it already mobilized, ready to be unleashed in this one strike. He knew that even an opponent as formidable as this would have to seriously weigh the power of this attack.
The Evil Cultivator watched Logan's determined eyes and resolute stance, a hint of disdain arising in his heart. He let out a cold laugh, as if watching a deluded ant struggle. However, he also understood that Logan's strength was not to be underestimated. Their previous encounters had made him recognize the formidable nature of Logan.
“Hmph, a mere Human, daring to compete with me?” the Evil Cultivator scoffed disdainfully, his voice oozing arrogance and confidence, “Do you really think your meager strength allows you to contend with me?”
Logan did not respond; he simply adjusted his breathing silently, bringing his essence energy to its optimal state. He knew that the battle with the Evil Cultivator was not just a contest of strength but also a trial of will and belief. He had to remain calm and not be swayed by the Evil Cultivator's words.
At this time, several Strong Ones from the Sects also took notice of this battle. They all halted their affairs and focused their attention on Logan and the Evil Cultivator. They were well aware that the outcome of this fight would directly impact the structure of the Cultivation World.
“Logan's strength has almost reached Demigod Level,” a Sect Strong One exclaimed with a hint of shock in his voice, “The last time I sparred with him, I felt somewhat powerless, not knowing where to begin my attack. I never expected his progress to be so rapid.”
Another Sect Strong One nodded and said with a serious gaze, “Indeed, Logan's potential is astonishing. If he can defeat the Evil Cultivator, his position in the Cultivation World will become even more secure.”
However, there were Sect Strong Ones who expressed concern for Logan. They knew that the Evil Cultivator was equally powerful and his methods were treacherous; defeating him would not be easy for Logan.
“Although Logan is strong, the Evil Cultivator doesn't mess around,” said a Sect Strong One worriedly, “This battle is likely to be a tough fight.”
The battle was imminent, and the figures of Logan and the Evil Cultivator shuttled across the battlefield, clashing more and more fiercely. Each swing of the Sword Light seemed capable of tearing apart space, aiming straight for the Evil Cultivator's vitals. The Evil Cultivator, not to be outdone, relied on his bizarre Demon Technique and cunning tactics, constantly maneuvering across the battlefield, trying to find an opening in Logan's defenses.
As time passed, the battle grew increasingly intense. The exchanges between Logan and the Evil Cultivator became more frequent, and every collision seemed to have the power to shatter mountains and rivers. However, at this critical moment, Logan suddenly felt a surging power boil within him, a powerful force he had never experienced before.
He took a deep breath and gathered this power at the tip of his longsword, then unleashed it with a fierce swing. A dazzling Sword Light instantly sliced through the air, striking directly at the Evil Cultivator's heart. The Evil Cultivator let out a wail of agony before crashing heavily to the ground, his Demonic Qi gradually dissipating until he lost all signs of life.
The battle was over, and Logan stood on the battlefield, longsword in hand, gazing firmly into the distance. He knew this victory was not just his own but also belonged to those who supported and believed in him. He took a deep breath, his heart filled with anticipation and confidence for the future. Meanwhile, several Sect Strong Ones also approached Logan, congratulating and honoring him; they knew that a new legend had quietly emerged in the Cultivation World.
“What does it matter if you're at Demigod Level? In the end, he couldn't deal with the Evil Cultivator who is at Divine Level,” someone said resentfully, a mix of frustration and helplessness in his voice. He stood among the crowd, his eyes glinting with an indomitable spirit, as if proving to everyone that even when facing a formidable opponent like a Divine-Level Venerable, they should not easily give up.
Hearing this, those nearby frowned and looked at him with reproach in their eyes. They knew that boasting at such a time would only put themselves in even greater danger. If the Divine-Level Venerable had not been successfully crushed, they might be the next to fall.
“Cut the chatter, now's not the time for lip service,” a middle-aged man chided in a low voice, his tone carrying a mix of urgency and concern. He was acutely aware that any oversight could lead to fatal consequences when facing a strong enemy like a Divine-Level Venerable.
However, the man seemed unconcerned, a cold smile curling his lips as if taunting everyone's nerves, “What's there to fear? With so many of us here, can't we deal with a single Evil Cultivator?” No sooner had he finished speaking than a wave of sighs erupted from around him.
Chapter end
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