Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1199 - Chapter 1199 Chapter 663 Chaos_2

Chapter 1199: Chapter 663 Chaos_2 Chapter 1199: Chapter 663 Chaos_2 “Logan, what do you mean by that?” one of the Sect Disciples asked, unable to hold back, “You don’t mean to keep us from helping, do you? This is no joke!”

Logan sighed at the question. He explained, “Why should you act rashly? I’ve already told you not to make ill-considered moves. The Qilin’s power is no small matter; if you stir up trouble, we’re doomed.”

However, several from the Sect seemed spellbound, completely disregarding Logan’s advice. They were eager to act as if proving their worth and existence depended on it.

Seeing this, Logan’s heart tightened. He was about to shout “Don’t,” but it was already too late. Several from the Sect struck almost simultaneously, each brandishing their Divine Artifacts and launching a fierce attack on the Qilin and the corpse of the Divine-Level Venerable.

Logan helplessly shook his head, realizing it was too late to stop them. He silently prayed, hoping the Sect members would remain unharmed and successfully thwart the Qilin’s scheme. However, the situation far exceeded their expectations, and a heart-pounding battle thus commenced.

After they completed their attacks, they suddenly realized what had happened and looked at each other, filled with confusion and unease. “How could this happen? It was not us who wanted to attack!” one of them cried out, his voice trembling.

“No, that’s not right, why did I act? I didn’t intend to do this!” another said urgently, clenching his fists, disbelief written all over his face.

Logan stood to one side, gritting his teeth, his gaze sweeping back and forth among them. Watching the scene unfold, a mix of helplessness and anger surged in him. He sighed and shook his head, as if at a loss for words.

“What happened? Were we controlled just now?” Logan finally spoke up, his voice deep and compelling, trying to capture everyone’s attention.

Hearing this, members of the Sect nodded in agreement. They recalled the scenario, as if truly controlled by an unseen force, unable to break free.

“This is unbelievable! Normally, isn’t the ability to control humans based on scent or spiritual power? But we didn’t smell anything unusual just now, nor did we feel any powerful spiritual power!” a Sect Elder said, puzzled.

Hearing this, Logan’s brows furrowed tightly. He knew that the situation was much more complicated than they imagined. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that only by staying collected could he clarify things and find a solution.

“Let’s not panic; let’s analyze this slowly,” Logan soothed everyone. “Perhaps this wasn’t a direct control by the Qilin, but rather he used some method unknown to us. We need to be cautious, or things could really get worse.”

Among them, only Logan and seemingly the Qilin could wield spiritual power. Logan’s gaze fixed on the Qilin, a mix of complex emotions welling up within him. As he watched the Qilin, it suddenly dawned on him–it was the Qilin who had played this trick, using spiritual power to control those from the Sect. But why would he do such a thing?

Logan couldn’t figure it out, his brow furrowed as if bearing a heavy burden. The Qilin must have had a reason for his actions; it couldn’t have been without cause. He frowned, as if trying hard to piece together fragmented information, attempting to uncover the truth.

Suddenly, as if a thought struck him, his eyes turned sharp, staring intently at the Qilin and saying, “You wouldn’t be trying to resurrect your master, would you?” This statement was like lightning cutting through a dark sky, clarifying everything.

The Qilin’s eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this, but then he regained his composure. He looked at Logan, nodded, and did not deny it. Yes, that was it; he wanted to resurrect his master, the once-legendary Divine-Level Venerable.

Logan’s heart sank as he remembered the words spoken by that mass of Demonic Qi. Evil Cultivators grew stronger by absorbing the Spiritual Energy of ordinary humans, and the amount of Spiritual Energy and power needed to resurrect a Divine-Level Venerable was unimaginable. Qilin was willing to pay any price to resurrect his master, even if it meant controlling members of the Sects to incite this chaos.

Thinking this, Logan took a deep breath, knowing he faced an unprecedented challenge. However, he would not back down–for the peace and tranquility of the World, he had to stop Qilin and prevent the resurrection of that Evil Cultivator master.

“You are much smarter than I thought, Logan, not so foolish,” Qilin’s voice carried a hint of appreciation, but more so of cold calculation, “figuring it out so quickly, impressive.”

He paused, then continued, “I could feel the Aura of that Old Thing at the base of Spirit Mountain, and I think it must have something to do with you. Am I right?” he asked Logan, a cunning gleam in his eye.

Logan nodded in response. He was right; that Aura indeed had something to do with him. Just thinking about it made Logan clench his teeth as if he were trying to contain the anger about to burst forth. His gaze towards Qilin changed, filled with determination and resolve.

“Exactly, I won’t let you succeed easily,” Logan said in a low, forceful voice. He was about to step forward, ready to confront Qilin decisively, when suddenly, someone grasped his arm.

Logan was startled; he turned and, upon seeing who it was, a wave of inexplicable familiarity washed over him. He felt as though he had seen this person somewhere before but could gather no other information.

“Who are you? Why are you stopping me?” Logan asked, his eyes filled with wariness and caution.

The person did not answer but simply held onto Logan’s wrist tightly, as if preventing him from making any rash moves. A chill went down Logan’s spine; he knew this person didn’t appear here without reason.

“Qilin, your plot will not succeed,” Logan turned back to Qilin, his eyes filled with determination and resolve, “no matter what tricks you play, I will not let you resurrect that Evil Cultivator master.”

Qilin scoffed at Logan’s words. He did not respond, just silently stood there, as if waiting for something. Meanwhile, Logan was tightly held by the sudden appearance of the stranger, unable to move. An unknown conflict quietly began.

The next second, Logan vanished from his spot like a ghost, leaving only a lingering afterimage in the air. A few Sect Disciples stared blankly for a moment, then regained their senses, looking at each other with confusion and apprehension.

“Where has this person gone?” one of the Sect Disciples urgently asked, his voice trembling, “just in a moment’s time, has he already abandoned us Sect members?”

The others also nodded, searching the surroundings for Logan’s trail. However, apart from the faint signs of the Divine Evil Cultivator’s resurrection, there was no other movement.

Looking at the Divine Evil Cultivator, their hearts were filled more with unease and fear. They knew once this person was resurrected, he would bring great disasters to the World. And they, as members of a few Sects, felt abandoned by Logan here, left to face this formidable Big Shot alone.

“What should we do?” one of the Sect Elders asked, his voice carrying a note of helplessness and panic.

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