Deities: Starting From Goblins - Chapter 1462: 794

Chapter 1462: Chapter 794

Before the words finished, Logan’s figure moved once again.

His speed was so fast it was impossible to track, like a flash of black lightning, instantly appearing in front of the Light’s Lawlord.

With a sudden strike of his palm, the pitch-black Law’s Force surged forth like a tide, slamming directly into the chest of the Light’s Lawlord.

The Light’s Lawlord’s pupils shrank violently. He wanted to evade, but realized he was powerless to move.

His body was firmly locked by Logan’s Law’s Force, as if bound by countless invisible chains.

He could only watch helplessly as the pitch-black Law’s Force approached, finally penetrating his chest.

“Pfft—”

Blood spurted out as the body of the Light’s Lawlord was flung backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

His chest had been pierced with a massive hole, blood staining his robes and the earth beneath him red.

His gaze grew unfocused, his consciousness beginning to blur, yet he stubbornly held on, refusing to close his eyes.

“I…

…Cannot die yet…”

The Light’s Lawlord’s voice was so weak it was nearly inaudible. His fingers trembled slightly, as if trying to grasp something, but ultimately could not lift. In his mind, countless images flashed—

The glory of his clan, his own ambitions, and the oaths yet unfulfilled.

All of it, in this moment, turned to nothing but illusions.

Logan stood not far away, coldly watching everything unfold.

His face showed no emotion at all, as if what had just occurred was a trivial affair.

His gaze swept the surroundings. The once-formidable Radiant Clan strong ones were already shaking with fear, retreating en masse, not daring to come close.

“The Light’s Lawlord is dead. Who else among you wishes to step forth and meet death?”

Logan’s voice was icy and commanding, like an invincible deity.

His gaze passed over the crowd, as though selecting his next target.

The strong ones of the Radiant Clan exchanged fearful, despairing glances.

They knew they were no match for Logan; stepping up would only mean death.

Their hearts sank with helplessness, as though confronting an insurmountable god-like being.

“We… we are no match for him!”

Th𝗶ṡ 𝓬h𝘢p𝙩ℯr ɪ𝗌 p𝕠ṡṯℯḍ bყ Ḱ𝚒𝐭𝓮ɳ𝟬𝙫𝓮𝘭

A Radiant Clan Mythical Grade warrior murmured in despair, his trembling voice heavy with defeat.

His body quivered faintly, as if on the verge of collapse.

The scene of the Light’s Lawlord’s demise replayed endlessly in his mind, like a blade stabbing deep into his soul.

“Run…

…Run for your lives!”

Another Transcendent Warrior muttered urgently, his voice tinged with panic.

His body trembled slightly, as though he could collapse at any moment.

His gaze locked on Logan, desperately searching for a vulnerability—but all he saw was endless cold indifference and lethal intent.

As fear gripped their hearts and they stood at a loss, Logan moved again.

His eyes were cold and piercing, as if they could penetrate all defenses and strike directly at the soul.

His sights were set on those Radiant Clan warriors attempting to flee.

“Trying to run?

It’s too late.”

Logan’s voice was as biting as a winter wind. His form vanished in an instant, reappearing the next moment in front of a Radiant Clan warrior.

With a violent strike of his palm, the pitch-black Law’s Force surged forth like a tide, slamming into the warrior’s chest.

“Pfft—”

That warrior’s body was pierced, blood spurting wildly. His gaze was filled with terror and despair.

His body was flung backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing lifelessly to the ground.

The sight shocked all the Radiant Clan warriors present to their core.

Their faces were etched with terror and despair, as if beholding the vision of their own impending fate.

Those who prided themselves as Mythical Grade and Transcendent Tier warriors now seemed as insignificant as ants.

They were overwhelmed with helplessness, standing powerless before an unassailable god-like being.

As one Radiant Clan strong one after another fell, the atmosphere on the battlefield grew unbearably oppressive.

The ordinary Radiant Clan members, clinging to a sliver of hope that their champions could turn the tide, saw their beliefs utterly crumble upon the deaths of their Throne Strong Individuals and the Light’s Lawlord.

Fear spread like a plague through their ranks. Their will to fight had long since evaporated, replaced with an unending despair and chaos.

“Run…

…Run now!”

A trembling Radiant Clan soldier shouted, his voice brimming with terror and helplessness.

In his hands, he clutched a broken longsword, its blade stained with blood, but his eyes had already lost the will to fight.

As his gaze swept around, he saw only fallen comrades and Logan’s deathly silhouette.

“We…

…We can’t possibly defeat them!”

Another Radiant Clan soldier murmured with a sob, his voice quaking with desperation.

His body shook faintly, poised to collapse at any moment.

His mind replayed the Light’s Lawlord’s fall again and again, a relentless torment upon his spirit.

As chaos engulfed the Radiant Clan ranks, Logan’s Goblin Legion surged forward like a relentless tide.

The diminutive Goblins, though small in stature, unleashed devastating combat strength.

Their eyes glimmered with savage ferocity, their weapons waved with deadly precision, each swing carrying lethal intent.

“Kill them all!

Leave no one alive!”

The Goblin Legion Chieftain roared, his voice brimming with excitement and fanaticism.