Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1213

Chapter 1213: Chapter 670: Spirit Mountain_2 Chapter 1213: Chapter 670: Spirit Mountain_2 ….

The members of other sects, upon witnessing this scene, their expressions instantly soured. Although they were aware of the Evil Cultivator's strength before, they hadn't anticipated such a terrifying extent. Now, they finally understood why Logan had earlier told them to leave first–to protect them from harm.

“Logan, you…” An Elder from one of the sects hesitated to speak, wanting to say something but at a loss for words.

Logan didn't bother to speak to them again. He was fully focused on countering the attacks of the Evil Cultivator. He knew that the enemy he faced this time was different from before, a true Divine-Level Venerable, every move, every attack imbued with the power to destroy.

“Evil Cultivator, don't be too arrogant!” Logan roared as he swung his sword once more, its Sword Qi flashing like a rainbow, aiming straight for the Evil Cultivator's vital points.

The Evil Cultivator sneered, easily evading Logan's strikes while counterattacking. “Logan, do you think you can harm me? Let me tell you, as a Divine-Level Venerable, your attacks are nothing to me.”

“So what if you're a Divine-Level Venerable?” Logan gritted his teeth and said, “Even if I am no match for you, I will never give in easily!”

Saying this, Logan swung his sword again, his Sword Qi growing fiercer, as if to completely annihilate the Evil Cultivator. However, she consistently managed to dodge with ease and her counterattacks became increasingly ferocious.

The battle raged on for a full day and night, both sides exhausted to their limits. Logan knew that if this continued, he would eventually be vanquished by the Evil Cultivator. So, he decided to use his secret technique–the Logan Divine Sword Technique.

“Evil Cultivator, take this!” Logan bellowed, his body surging with Spiritual Energy, his Sword Qi like a rainbow, directly targeting the Evil Cultivator. The Sword Qi seemed to cleave heaven and earth, carrying endless oppressive might and destructive force.

The Evil Cultivator, upon seeing this, flashed a look of surprise in her eyes. She had not expected Logan to possess such a powerful secret technique. However, she was not afraid, for she had her own trump card.

“Logan, do you think your sword technique can hurt me?” The Evil Cultivator sneered, her body emanating a dark aura, seemingly ready to devour everything around her. That dark aura was filled with endless resentment and hatred, as if it intended to completely obliterate Logan.

Once again, they engaged in a fierce battle, the Sword Qi and the dark aura intertwining, as if tearing the world apart. Everything around them trembled as if unable to withstand such tremendous power.

Finally, in a violent collision, the Evil Cultivator was struck by Logan's Sword Qi and was sent flying like a kite with its string cut. She spat out blood, severely wounded and no longer capable of continuing the fight.

Logan watched as the Evil Cultivator fell to the ground, a sense of victorious joy welling up inside him. He knew that while the battle was tough, he had ultimately prevailed over a formidable enemy through his strength and conviction. The members of the other sects, upon seeing this, also began to cheer, feeling proud and honored for Logan's victory.

After the battle, Logan approached the Evil Cultivator, looking down at her weak and dying state, a complex mix of emotions surged within him. He knew that though the Evil Cultivator was despicable, she too was a victim. Therefore, he decided to give her an opportunity for redemption.

“Evil Cultivator, despite your numerous misdeeds, I can still offer you a chance at redemption,” Logan spoke with a blend of authority and compassion, “As long as you are willing to let go of your hatred and resentment, to begin anew, I can spare your life.”

The Evil Cultivator's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment and gratitude when she heard this. She knew this was Logan's final chance to her. Thus, she nodded, indicating her willingness to repent and start anew.

From then on, with Logan's help, the Evil Cultivator gradually let go of her hatred and resentment and began to transform herself. And Logan continued to protect the peace and justice of these lands, becoming the hero and legend in the people's hearts.

He clearly felt outmatched, faced with the overwhelming pressure released by the Evil Cultivator, a sense of helplessness arose in his heart. He knew that with his strength, staying would only become a burden to Logan, and it was better to leave quickly. At least he would retain some combat power, and perhaps he could still make a difference in the future.

Disciples from several Sects reacted extremely swiftly, exchanging glances, they understood each other's intentions. In a battle of this level, they, who hadn't even reached the status of Demigods, simply couldn't lend a hand; staying would only result in unnecessary casualties.

“Don't you hurry and leave!” an Elder from a Sect urgently exclaimed, “We are no match for an Evil Cultivator of this level, staying here is useless. It's better to retreat quickly than to lose our lives.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone responded in kind. They clenched their teeth and deployed their various Escape Techniques, transforming into streaks of light and fleeing into the distance. They knew that staying was akin to seeking death, and only by leaving might they preserve their lives.

He stood his ground, watching as everyone left, a bitter and indescribable feeling surged in his heart. He knew his own strength was lacking and he couldn't provide much help to Logan in the battle, but he still reluctantly clenched his teeth tightly.

After casting the final positive law, he looked deeply at Logan, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. He knew that from this point on, the battle was no longer his concern. All he could do was leave from afar and pray for Logan's victory.

“Let's go, we'll only drag Logan down by staying here,” he whispered, as if persuading himself as well as speaking to someone beside him.

However, the people around him were long gone, having already made the wisest choice–to leave. He let out a wry smile, turned and prepared to depart but at that moment, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was Sheron Perri, looking back at Logan with a steadfast light in his eyes. He knew, just as Sheron did, what the consequences of continuing to stay would be. But they also knew that the only thing they could do now was to wish for Logan's victory in this battle.

“Sheron, you should go too,” he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and bitterness.

Sheron glanced at him, nodded without saying much more. He knew that anything said now was too late, and leaving as quickly as possible was the wisest choice. Thus, he clenched his teeth, turned around to leave, and turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the horizon.

He stood there, watching Sheron's retreating figure, feeling an indescribable sense of loneliness and helplessness. He knew that from now on, he could only watch this battle from a distance, unable to participate.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his turbulent emotions. Then, he too turned and left, turning into a stream of light, escaping into the distance. The moment he left, he silently prayed in his heart, “Logan, you must win! Otherwise, we're truly finished.”

With his departure, only Logan and the Evil Cultivator remained on the battlefield. Their battle continued, and the fierce collision of Spiritual Energy and the roaring sounds echoed through the sky, as if about to tear the heavens and earth apart.

And in the distance, although the people had left the battlefield, their hearts were still filled with worry and anxiety. They knew that the outcome of this battle would determine their future and destiny. Therefore, they could only silently pray, hoping that Logan would defeat the Evil Cultivator and protect the peace and serenity of these lands.

Chapter end

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