Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1179 - Chapter 1179 Chapter 653 Pass_2

Chapter 1179: Chapter 653 Pass_2 Chapter 1179: Chapter 653 Pass_2 Logan felt the disturbance outside and knew that both the Flood Dragon and the Qilin were worried for him. He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself. Then, he firmly said to the human, “I, Logan, will never easily submit to anyone. No matter how difficult the path ahead is, I will persevere, until I find the path that belongs to me!”

At the same time, in another dark space, Logan was steeling himself against the rampaging Demonic Qi. He gritted his teeth, his eyes shimmering with a resolute light, as if he were in a silent contest with an invisible demon.

He conjured two clones, attempting to distract the Demonic Qi and buy himself a sliver of hope. However, no matter how hard he tried, the clones seemed to be inconsequential to the Demonic Qi, rampaging unharmed. A sense of powerlessness surged in Logan’s heart. He knew that if this continued, he would eventually fall into a desperate situation due to the depletion of his Essence Energy.

With this in mind, Logan quickly calmed down. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his inner turmoil. He stood still, watching the Demonic Qi intently, beginning to observe every minute change closely.

He discovered that within the Demonic Qi, there seemed to be space flowing, like invisible whirlpools, continuously devouring everything around them. This discovery struck a chord in Logan’s heart, as if he had latched onto a critical clue.

Immediately, as if he had thought of something, he quickly stepped back. He closed his eyes, sensing the flow of Spiritual Energy around him. When he felt something stealthily absorbing the Spiritual Energy he had released, a sense of unease filled his heart.

“This Demonic Qi, it hides such a strange presence!” Logan was inwardly shocked. He knew he had to be even more cautious, or else one misstep could lead to an irreparable downfall.

He took another deep breath, adjusting his state, readying himself for the upcoming challenge. He knew that only by finding the Demonic Qi’s weakness could he hope to overcome it, or else he would be forever lost in this dark space.

“Now, what should I do?” Logan stood at the entrance of the dark cave, looking at that cluster of endlessly churning dark Qi, feeling a wave of powerlessness. He clenched his fists, trying to find a way out of his plight, but the sight in front of him left him at a loss.

Just then, a mocking voice came from the depths of the cave, sharp and chilling, like the coldest ice of winter, mercilessly piercing into the bottom of Logan’s heart, making him shiver uncontrollably. “I am an Evil Cultivator from Ancient Times. Those ordinary Spiritual Energies that you pride yourselves on are nothing but child’s play to me. They won’t harm me in the slightest. On the contrary, they will become the source of my strength and be devoured by me one by one.” The voice carried endless scorn and provocation, as if everything was under its control, fueling Logan’s rage to burn fiercely in an instant.

Anger twisted Logan’s face; he bit down hard on his teeth as if to suppress the breath that wanted to escape. His gaze was fiery, glaring at the slowly writhing black Qi ahead. The black Qi seemed to be filled with endless evil and unknown, instilling fear. He cursed silently, no wonder this thing looked so black and insidious – it had such a weird ability to devour Spiritual Energy proficiently. No wonder all his full-forced attacks had previously been like stones cast into the sea, stirring not a single ripple nor having any effect.

He took a deep breath, striving to calm the anger and anxiety within his heart, silently considering his strategies. Since ordinary Spiritual Energy posed no threat to the Evil Cultivator, Logan knew he had to try other methods. Various Secret Techniques taught by his Master, along with unique skills he had realized during his cultivation, flashed rapidly through his mind. He was convinced that there had to be a way to breach the Evil Cultivator’s defenses and make him pay the price deserved.

With this thought, Logan’s gaze grew more resolute. He slowly raised his hands, beginning to condense the Spiritual Power within his body. This time, he did not launch his attack blindly but gathered the Spiritual Power into strands of light, which interweaved and twined in the air, forming a complex and mystical Spiritual Power Net. Logan took another deep breath and, with a fierce swing of his arm, the net of light tore through the darkness like lightning, charging towards the mass of dark Qi.

The cave was instantly filled with a piercing shriek, the dark Qi seeming to sense the threat as it began to churn violently. However, Logan did not cease his attack; he continued to drive his Spiritual Power, intensifying the assault. The air within the cave seemed to be ripped apart by this formidable force, creating twisted Spatial Rifts.

In this fierce clash, Logan and the Evil Cultivator engaged in a fight to the death. He tirelessly tried various methods, searching for a weakness in the Evil Cultivator. Meanwhile, the Evil Cultivator, refusing to be outdone, continuously absorbed the surrounding Spiritual Energy, attempting to resist Logan’s attack. The cave echoed with the roars and bellows from both sides, initiating a breathtaking battle…

At this thought, Logan inhaled deeply, as if trying to draw all the thin air around him into his chest to fortify himself. He slowly closed his eyes, wholeheartedly focusing on the condensation of Spiritual Energy. Within the cave, time seemed to freeze at that moment, the only sound being the flow of Spiritual Power within Logan’s body, subtle yet powerful. After a brief moment, he abruptly opened his eyes, which now flickered with resolve and determination, and a cold, glimmering sword materialized in his hands. This sword, named “Frost Moon,” was a treasure personally given to him by his Master on the day he completed his apprenticeship. The sword was as clear as ice, with incomparable Sword Qi, reputedly able to sever all that was evil and dark in the world.

“If Sword Qi can harm you, then I will try it again!” Logan roared, his voice echoing through the cave, shaking the dust from the stone walls. Holding “Frost Moon,” he lightly touched the tip to the ground, his figure exploding with astonishing speed like lightning, rushing forth once again. Every one of his movements was full of strength and grace; the sword light, like a dragon, cleaved through the darkness, aiming straight for the wantonly rampant dark Qi.

The dark Qi seemed to perceive an unprecedented threat, and it began to convulse violently, trying to dodge the fatal blow. However, Logan’s Swordsmanship was too exquisitely refined. The sword light, like a persistent shadow, clung to the dark Qi, leaving no chance for it to escape. Finally, after a fierce collision, the dark Qi let out a shrill scream filled with terror, anger, and an almost imperceptible sense of despair.

This scream brought a feeling of exhilaration to Logan; he knew he had found the Evil Cultivator’s weakness. Sword Qi was indeed a force it could not resist. A cold smile curved his lips, his eyes sharper than ever, as he continued to launch relentless attacks with “Frost Moon” at the mass of dark Qi. With each flash of the sword light, there came a painful groan from within the dark Qi, growing weaker, seemingly heralding the Evil Cultivator’s impending doom.

Logan knew that as long as he kept up the attack, exploiting the advantage of Sword Qi, he would certainly defeat the Evil Cultivator completely. His conviction solidified, the sword in his hand grew even more relentless, and the cave reverberated with the howling of the Sword Qi and the moaning of the dark Qi – a contest between good and evil was unfolding right there…

And so, Logan pressed on relentlessly, determination and resolve gleaming in his eyes as he continued to wield the treasured “Frost Moon.” Sword Qi burst forth like a rainbow, slicing through the darkness of the cave, relentlessly striking the arrogant dark Qi. With each slash, a deafening boom resonated, like lightning streaking across the sky, illuminating the dark expanse.Each touch of the Sword Qi elicited pained whimpers from the dark Qi, filled with fear and despair, while Logan’s confidence grew ever stronger.