Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1185 - Chapter 1185 Chapter 656 Snow Ridge_2

Chapter 1185: Chapter 656 Snow Ridge_2 Chapter 1185: Chapter 656 Snow Ridge_2 Finally, in a fierce collision, the Evil Cultivator was struck by Logan’s Sword Qi and was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut. Spitting blood and severely wounded, he could no longer continue the fight. Logan too, from sheer physical exhaustion, fell to his knees, but he still struggled to support his body.

Looking at the Evil Cultivator lying on the ground, a wave of victorious joy surged in Logan’s heart. He knew that the battle had been tough, but he had ultimately prevailed against the formidable enemy with his strength and belief. The people from other sects, witnessing this, cheered as well, feeling proud and elated at Logan’s victory.

“I do hope he truly can win,” a Sect Elder murmured, his eyes filled with worry and anticipation, “otherwise, our sects are sure to not escape disaster either. With the situation as dire as it is, and the Evil Cultivator’s strength so immense, we simply do not have the strength to resist.”

“How could that be possible?” Another Elder shook his head, his tone full of helplessness and despair, “That’s a Divine-Level Evil Cultivator, not something ordinary humans can deal with. Although Logan is strong, facing such an enemy, I fear he can’t hold out.”

Their expressions were grim, aware that the situation might be quite ominous. The battle between Logan and the Evil Cultivator had reached a fever pitch, with each collision exploding with an earth-shattering noise that left onlookers terrified. Although they were far from the battlefield, they could still feel the powerful fluctuations of Spiritual Energy, as if it would tear the heavens and the earth apart.

“We’re really doomed,” a young Disciple blurted out, his voice trembling with fear, “If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have been more cautious from the start. I don’t know what there is to compete over, continuing on will only make things worse.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than other Disciples started to echo his sentiment. They all knew that the outcome of the battle would determine their future and destiny. If Logan failed to defeat the Evil Cultivator, all of their sects would face catastrophic destruction.

“Stop talking nonsense,” an Elder scolded in a low voice, “Now is not the time to give up. Logan is still fighting, and we still have hope. As long as we unite and defend against the Evil Cultivator together, there may still be a glimmer of survival.”

However, his words were not very effective. The Disciples’ emotions were on the verge of collapse; they could not imagine the consequences they would face if Logan failed.

On the battlefield, Logan and the Evil Cultivator’s fight grew more intense. Logan’s Sword Qi was like a rainbow, aiming straight for the Evil Cultivator’s weak spots; while the Evil Cultivator, with his immense strength and elusive movement, kept dodging Logan’s attacks and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

Each collision set off a deafening noise. Spiritual Energy wove into giant nets in the air, as if to imprison the very heavens and earth. Everything around shook as if unable to bear this enormous power.

Logan knew he couldn’t go on like this. He had to quickly find a weakness in the Evil Cultivator, or he would soon be drained of his strength and be defeated. Thus, he started to observe the Evil Cultivator’s movements and the fluctuations of his Spiritual Energy more intently, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Finally, in a fierce clash, Logan spotted a flaw in the Evil Cultivator. He seized the opportunity and swung his sword. His Sword Qi, like lightning, slashed through the sky, aiming directly at the Evil Cultivator’s weak spot.

The Evil Cultivator tried to dodge immediately. However, it was too late. Logan’s Sword Qi hit him squarely, causing severe injury. The Evil Cultivator let out a roar of rage as his body rapidly retreated several yards.

Seeing this, Logan pressed his advantage. He swung his sword, each attack causing severe injuries to the Evil Cultivator. Finally, in a fierce assault, the Evil Cultivator was thoroughly hit by Logan’s Sword Qi and was sent flying out like a kite with its string cut.

He spat out blood and was severely wounded, unable to fight any longer. Seeing this, Logan immediately ceased his attack. He knew he had won the battle.

However, he did not feel at ease because of this. He knew the battle had ended, but the road ahead was still long. They had to face each challenge and enemy with even more caution to protect their sect and the peace of their land.

The disciples erupted in cheers upon seeing Logan return victorious. They felt pride and honor for Logan’s victory, as well as a sense of comfort and hope for their own futures and fates.

“That’s great,” an Elder said excitedly, “Logan has won. We can finally breathe a sigh of relief.”

“Yeah,” another Elder agreed, “that battle was incredibly tough. But thankfully, Logan is strong and ultimately defeated the Evil Cultivator.”

They all congratulated Logan and paid him respects, thanking him for the Contribute and sacrifices made for the Sect and the land. Logan smiled as he accepted their blessings and respect, knowing that this victory was not only his own doing but also the result of everyone’s collective efforts.

“Why don’t you hold your sarcastic comments,” a Cultivator, covered in dust and torn clothes, gasped and glared at his equally disheveled companion, “Who could have imagined that was a Divine-Level Venerable? At first, we thought it was no more than a Remnant Soul! Now look at us, we almost lost our lives here.”

Around them lay a devastated scene; the once lush forest was now ravaged by aftershocks of the battle, with broken Branches and shattered rocks scattered everywhere. Their faces bore expressions of confusion and annoyance. If only they had grasped the true strength of that mysterious opponent sooner, they might not have ended in such a dire strait, nor would so many companions have perished in this sudden calamity.

“Yeah, who could have anticipated it?” another Cultivator said with a bitter smile, shaking his head. “We thought that with our strength, facing a Remnant Soul would be more than enough, but just look…”

“Enough, no more talk,” Sheron Perri, a burly, determined-faced middle-aged man, cut off the conversation, “Our top priority now is to find out what’s happening. The rest is irrelevant. Why did that Divine-Level Venerable appear here? What was his purpose? We need to find answers fast, or else we may face even more trouble.”

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. They knew now was not the time for complaints and regrets; they had to be strong and confront the challenges ahead.

Just then, a flurry of rapid footsteps was heard, and a giant Flood Dragon and a man clad in a black robe approached hurriedly from the distance, their faces etched with fatigue and urgency.

“Are you all okay?” Sheron Perri asked, hastening over to them with concern.

“We’re fine, just some minor injuries,” the Flood Dragon responded in human form, panting, “But that Divine-Level Venerable was far too powerful for us to contend with.”

“Yes, luckily we ran fast, or we’d have followed in the footsteps of those tragic comrades,” the man in the black robe added, his eyes flickering with fear of what might have been.

“Did you see him? What did he look like? Did he leave any clues?” Sheron Perri asked rapidly, desperate to gather more information about that Divine-Level Venerable.

“We saw him from a distance before fleeing; we didn’t dare get close,” the Flood Dragon shook its head, “His Aura was terrifying, as if he could tear us to shreds in an instant. However, I noticed he wore a black robe with strange Runes on it, perhaps that is an indicator of his identity.”

“Strange Runes?” Sheron Perri mused, his eyebrows furrowing, “That sounds like a symbol of some ancient Sect. Could it be that the Divine-Level Venerable is a Strong One from that Sect?”