Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1217 - Chapter 1217 Chapter 672 Golden Tripod_2

Chapter 1217: Chapter 672: Golden Tripod_2 Chapter 1217: Chapter 672: Golden Tripod_2 Qilin slowly stood up from the side, his silhouette elongated by the setting sun’s afterglow, both mysterious and majestic. He glared at Logan, his eyes revealing an indubitable resolve, as if victory was already in his grasp.

“I know you have many treasures and magical treasures,” Qilin’s voice was deep and forceful, each word seeming to be squeezed out between his teeth, “but you must hand them over. Only by doing so can I give you a quick end.”

His words carried a veiled threat, as if he had already sentenced Logan to death and was merely waiting for the right moment to execute him. Upon hearing this, the corner of Logan’s mouth curled into a cold smirk. He looked down on Qilin from above, his eyes exuding disdainful arrogance.

“Did you think it would be that easy?” Logan’s voice was cold and firm, as if he had already seen through Qilin’s scheme, “Do you think I would easily hand over my treasures and magical treasures to you? Ridiculous.”

He remembered what the elder had mentioned before; there were bindings all around Spirit Mountain, and it was quite simple to activate them. Logan knew he couldn’t confront Qilin directly here or he would fall into his trap.

So, he suddenly turned and walked towards a distant direction. His movement, to Qilin and the others present, unmistakably signaled an intent to escape. Seeing this, a flash of anger passed through Qilin’s eyes; he would not let Logan leave easily.

“Thinking of running? It won’t be so easy!” Qilin roared, starting off immediately. His body agile, he closed the distance between himself and Logan quickly, like a hunting cheetah.

Seeing Qilin catch up, the corners of Logan’s mouth involuntarily raised. He had anticipated that Qilin would follow, and he couldn’t help feeling secretly pleased. He quickened his pace and used the opportunity to rapidly survey his surroundings.

The other Sect members, seeing Logan attempting to leave, felt a jolt of alarm. They knew that if Logan escaped, all their efforts would be for naught. Consequently, they also hurried after him, trying to prevent his escape.

A fierce chase ensued near Spirit Mountain. Logan sprinted ahead; Qilin and the other Sect members pursued relentlessly. They rushed through dense forests and over rugged mountain paths, as if engaged in a life-or-death contest.

During the chase, Logan continuously used the environment to create obstacles, trying to slow down Qilin and the others. Qilin, relying on his formidable strength and keen intuition, kept tightly on Logan’s trail.

Finally, after a perilous leap, Logan successfully eluded Qilin and his pursuers. He ducked into a concealed cave and gasped for breath. He knew he was safe, for now.

However, the chase was far from over. Qilin and the other Sect members did not give up their pursuit of Logan, continuing to search for his tracks near Spirit Mountain. Meanwhile, Logan hid in the cave, quietly awaiting the next opportunity. He knew the battle was far from over and had to remain vigilant to face the impending challenges.

“Logan has reached the level of a Demigod, and even he chose to flee,” said a cultivator in a green robe urgently, his eyes filled with fear and unease, “Let’s hurry and save ourselves! No need to stay in this perilous place or the consequences will be unthinkable.”

His words resonated with the surrounding people, and they all nodded, looking around with tense expressions. They knew that as a Demigod Level Strong One, Logan’s strength was already enough for them to look up to. However, now even Logan had chosen to escape, so they could imagine the level of danger in this place.

“Exactly, but is the gap between Demigod Level and Divine Level Humans really that big?” another Cultivator asked doubtfully, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief, “These two, by all accounts, should have roughly equal strength, so why does it seem like Logan is so insignificant in front of a demigod now?”

His words sparked a discussion among the people, who each voiced their opinions. Some said they had previously thought that Demigod Level Humans were powerful enough to walk sideways in this world. However, now they realized that in front of Divine Level Humans, they still appeared so small and powerless.

“Hmph, how can Demigod Level Humans even compare to Divine Level Humans?” an old man nearby snorted coldly, his eyes revealing a disdainful arrogance, “Logan might be able to crush all of us, but in front of a true Strong One, he is nothing.”

The old man’s words plunged everyone into thought. They knew that while his words might be harsh, they were true. In this world where strength reigned supreme, strength was everything. Demigod Level Humans, though powerful, still appeared so small and fragile in front of Divine Level Humans.

“So what should we do now?” a young Cultivator asked anxiously, his voice trembling slightly, “Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?”

“Of course not,” the old man said sternly, “What we need to do now is quickly leave this place, the farther the better. Only then can we save our lives.”

After speaking, the old man turned and walked away, his figure swiftly disappearing from everyone’s sight. Seeing this, the others followed him, knowing that staying here meant a certain death. Only by fleeing could they preserve their lives.

Thus, a massive escape operation started. Everyone fled in different directions, their figures appearing frantic and helpless under the dying light of the sunset. However, they knew this was the only thing they could do. Only by escaping could they avoid the impending disaster.

During the escape, they kept thinking about what had just happened. Recalling Logan’s terrified look and his hasty escape made them shiver with fear. They realized that had they not fled in time, they would likely be facing great peril now.

At the same time, they deeply understood the importance of strength. In this world where the strong are revered, only by possessing sufficient power could they protect themselves and those around them from harm. Therefore, they resolved to diligently cultivate, improve their own strength, and prepare for future challenges and dangers.

“Before, I thought Logan was so formidable, all because of his own strength, but now it seems his strength is just average, nothing remarkable,” said a Cultivator in a gray robe, shaking his head with a dismissive smile on his lips, “Thinking back on how scared we were of him, it’s just laughable.”

Hearing this, the others turned to look at him, their gazes filled with various emotions. Some agreed, but many showed disdain. One of them, dressed in a blue shirt, couldn’t help but roll his eyes and sneered, “When Logan came to beat you up before, didn’t you hide behind everyone? What’s there to say now? If you’re not as good, don’t talk big.”

The gray-robed Cultivator was rendered speechless, his face alternating between red and white. He knew his previous actions were indeed not glorious, and being publicly exposed like this made him quite displeased. However, he dared not retort and could only bow his head in silence.