Deities: Starting From Goblins - Chapter 1461: 793_2

Chapter 1461: Chapter 793_2

He knew that as long as he had a single breath remaining, he could not give up the fight.

“You lot will never be a match for me!” Logan said coldly.

His voice was brimming with authority and dominance.

The Throne Strong Individuals trembled with greater fear after hearing Logan’s words.

They started to realize that they might not be Logan’s match and wanted to escape this horrifying battlefield.

But Logan didn’t give them that chance.

He relentlessly chased them, ensuring they had no possibility of escape.

Finally, the last Throne Strong Individual was defeated by Logan.

He fell to the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

“You’ve won… We’ve lost…” the Throne Strong Individual said weakly.

Logan looked at the Throne Strong Individuals lying on the ground, but he felt no trace of joy in his heart.

He knew that while this battle was victorious, there were still many issues waiting for him to resolve.

“This war is far from over. I must continue forward.”

Logan murmured to himself.

In this vast land, the atmosphere was so tense it felt as though it could be wrung dry. One Throne Strong Individual seized the moment; determination and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he struck out with a decisive palm.

The force of Law gathered in his palm, forming a dazzling beam of light. That light was as scorching as the blazing sun, instantly illuminating the entire space.

This power transformed endlessly, as though capable of tearing the heavens and earth asunder.

In the next moment, the battlefield seemed to plunge into a lifeless silence. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the remnants of shattered Laws.

Logan’s figure darted across the battlefield like a phantom. Every step he took caused the very fabric of space to quake, as if the heavens and earth trembled before his power.

The Radiant Clan’s Throne Strong Individual, once an exalted and arrogant existence, now had no ability to retaliate against Logan’s strikes.

His body was wrapped in countless Law Chains, as though bound by the Power of Heaven and Earth. His vitality drained away as quickly as sand slipping through an hourglass.

“No… Impossible!”

The Throne Strong Individual’s eyes widened in utter disbelief.

His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if desperately resisting the arrival of death.

However, no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t escape Logan’s terrifying suppression of Laws.

Thɪ𝗌 𝐜hɒp𝙩ɛr 𝑖𝕤 p𝟬𝐬𝐭𝙚𝑑 b𝙮 𝘒𝕀ţℯη𝖔νє𝙡

His body began to crack, his skin fragmenting into countless fine fissures, like porcelain on the brink of shattering.

Ultimately, with a deafening roar, his body completely disintegrated, scattering into countless specks of light that vanished into the air without leaving a single trace.

This scene deeply shook every Radiant Clan member present.

Their faces were etched with terror and despair, as though they had glimpsed their own inevitable fate.

Those who once prided themselves as Mythical Grade and Transcendent Warriors now seemed as insignificant as ants.

Their hearts were overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, as if they were standing before an unstoppable Deity.

“How… How can this be?

Even a Throne Strong Individual could… could fall like this?”

A Mythical Grade warrior of the Radiant Clan murmured, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

His fists clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood dripped through his fingers, yet he seemed utterly oblivious.

His eyes were locked onto Logan, as though trying to find a single flaw in him. However, what he saw was only endless cold indifference and murderous intent.

“We… We are utterly no match for him!”

Another Transcendent Warrior said in a low voice, his tone dripping with despair.

His body trembled slightly, as though ready to collapse at any moment.

His mind replayed the scene over and over: the fall of the Throne Strong Individual felt like a blade stabbing deep into his heart.

Just as fear spread among them and confusion reigned, Logan moved again.

His gaze was icy and sharp, piercing past all barriers and striking at the core of his foes’ souls.

His target was none other than the unprotected Light’s Lawlord.

Light’s Lawlord was the cornerstone of the Radiant Clan, wielding their most potent Light Law. If he fell, the morale of the entire Radiant Clan would crumble completely.

“Protect the Lawlord!” One Radiant Clan warrior shouted urgently, his voice tinged with panic and desperation.

Yet his call achieved nothing.

The warriors who should have rushed forward to guard the Lawlord seemed paralyzed, their feet feeling as though encased in lead, unable to move.

Their hearts were consumed by terror, as if approaching Logan would lead them to the same fate as the fallen Throne Strong Individual.

Logan’s speed was terrifyingly swift, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Light’s Lawlord.

In his hand, he brandished a force of pitch-black Laws, seemingly capable of devouring all light.

Light’s Lawlord’s face turned ghastly pale in an instant. Despair flickered in his eyes, but it quickly gave way to resolute determination.

He knew there was nowhere left to run. The only option was to muster all his strength and face Logan head-on.

“Logan! Do you truly intend to exterminate us to the last?”

Light’s Lawlord’s voice carried both grief and rage as he rapidly performed a sealing gesture. A radiant barrier of light coalesced before him.

That barrier exuded divine brilliance, as though capable of purging all evil.

Yet before Logan’s pitch-black Laws, the barrier seemed hopelessly fragile.

“Exterminate to the last?”

Logan let out a cold laugh, his voice cutting like an icy blade. “When your Radiant Clan targeted my people in the past, did you ever consider the consequences that would greet you today?”

Before his words had fully settled, the pitch-black Laws in his hand slammed into the radiant barrier.

With an ear-splitting explosion, the barrier shattered instantly, scattering into countless fragments of light that dissipated into the air.

Light’s Lawlord staggered backwards from the impact, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His face grew even more pallid.

Despair flitted across his eyes, but determination replaced it once more.

He knew the road ahead was blocked; the only path left was to fight with every ounce of strength he had.

Light’s Lawlord’s heart surged with a resolve he had never felt before.

His gaze burned fiercely, even as Logan’s Law force pierced through his body, leaving a trail of blood dripping from his robes to stain the earth below. His will remained unshaken.

He bore the future of the Radiant Tribe upon his shoulders and knew he could not fall here.

Countless images raced through his mind—

The hopes of the elders in the clan, the awe of peers, and his pursuit of the ultimate glory—

The position of the Holy Son of Light.

All of this forbade him from succumbing on this day.

“I cannot die… I must not die!”

Light’s Lawlord gritted his teeth, his voice low and rasping, forced out from the depths of his throat.

His trembling hands attempted once more to summon the Light’s Laws, yet Logan’s pitch-black Laws clung to him like an insidious parasite, devouring his strength.

His body grew increasingly cold, his consciousness slipped towards oblivion, but he refused to fall.

Logan stood not far away, observing everything silently.

His figure loomed tall under the dim heavens, like an invincible Deity.

The pitch-black Laws remained coiled in his hand, vast and oppressive, ready to deliver another deadly strike at any moment.

His gaze carried no pity, only a piercing chill and the intent to kill.

“Light’s Lawlord, your struggles are meaningless.”

Logan’s voice cut through the air like frost, piercing Light’s Lawlord’s eardrums.

“Today, you are destined to perish here.”

Light’s Lawlord raised his head, defiance and fury flashing in his gaze.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he spoke in a hoarse and quiet tone:

“Logan…

You think…

This will end everything?

The Radiant Clan…

Will never surrender like this!”

Logan sneered, his pitch-black Laws coalescing once more, twisting around his arm like a venomous serpent.

His gaze was merciless and frigid, as though observing a death-throes insect:

“The Radiant Clan?

Ha, nothing more than hypocrites playing at righteousness.

Today, I will let you witness with your own eyes how your so-called pride crumbles beneath me.”