Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 989 - 561 Empty Hell_2

Chapter 989: Chapter 561: Empty Hell_2

Chapter 989: Chapter 561: Empty Hell_2

Having said that, he pounced on the Chieftain in the next second and entangled in a fight with him.

“You impudent brat, utterly ignorant of life and death, spouting nonsense, today I’ll make sure you have no place to be buried!”

The Chieftain was extremely angry; the words of this human hadn’t taken him into account at all.

Thus, both parties went all out and employed their secret spells.

However, when their magic clashed, it just shattered upon impact.

Neither inflicted any direct damage on the other.

Logan was astonished, but the Chieftain before him was even more shocked.

How could this be…

He was at the Perfection of the Middle Stage of a Saint Rank, moreover, he had used his full strength in that last killing move, yet it didn’t harm this youngster at all.

After scrutinizing the human cultivator, he seemed to be completely unaffected, a fact that shocked the Demon Clan Leader deeply.

For Logan, it was the first time he truly realized the strength of someone at the Saint Rank.

So formidable, he could feel his own palms trembling slightly.

Furthermore, if he hadn’t used a defensive array just now, he likely would’ve been blown away by the immense pressure the moment he had clashed with the Demon Clan Leader.

This reality undoubtedly darkened his expression, and his mood was far from wonderful.

It seemed that he had been rather presumptuous to match himself against a Middle Stage Saint Rank foe.

Despite this, Logan showed no signs of retreating from the fight.

After all, it wasn’t the end yet, nor was it time to give up and die.

As long as there was a chance for a turnaround, as long as there was a sliver of hope, he would seize it.

The Chieftain withdrew his hand and also looked down at it.

“Human cultivator, it seems I have underestimated you. I did not expect you to have such abilities. For someone with your talents, why limit yourself to the human race? If you are willing to serve me, to serve the Demon Race…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Logan had already dug at his ears, interrupting him impatiently.

“What, it looks like you’ve taken a liking to me and are trying to persuade me?”

The Chieftain’s mouth twitched, but he did not deny it.

“Correct. If you join the Demon Race, we will certainly not treat you unfairly, we might even show you the way to the Upper World.”

But Logan suddenly laughed, his smile tinged with derision.

“Oh, is that so? I wonder if the Chieftain has ever heard this saying?”

“What saying?”

The Chieftain suddenly had a bad premonition but couldn’t describe it.

As expected, in the next second, he heard the human before him utter an incredibly mocking and distasteful remark.

“Those not of our kind, must have a different heart!”

“You!”

The Chieftain’s face turned red with anger and he straightforwardly launched another attack at the man.

“Stubborn fool, fine, then let me teach you a lesson today!”

“Who’s teaching whom is yet to be determined. If you don’t call off your plans today, I swear I will fight to the death with your Demon Race, just try me!”

Neither side would yield, neither willing to take a step back, so they just kept fighting.

At that moment, Logan acutely felt a gaze from a hidden and even more dangerous presence.

Because, for an instant, he sensed a spying eye.

With his current strength, no one could escape his sight.

Even the Chieftain who had just appeared, he had sensed him from the start too.

But he couldn’t detect that person at all.

What was lurking in the shadows, and would it pose a threat to him?

Questions after questions laid before him, forcing Logan to be on high alert.

He remained cautious, careful not to reveal anything about the Throne.

But some things cannot remain hidden just because he wished them to be.

The Chieftain also became fierce this time, vowing to defeat him.

Therefore, he even used his trump card, a spell obtained from a Secret Land.

“What?”

Logan’s gaze flickered, and with a backflip, he immediately fled the scene.

The place he had just vacated was now a huge crater filled with Evil Qi, almost blinding anyone who looked into it.

The Chieftain also had a wicked smile on his lips at the moment.

“You couldn’t have imagined, could you, that I’d live to this age and possess such a cultivation level? Do you really think I’d be without something to rely on? I admit, your power is strong now, you might be able to fight me to a draw, but I have plenty of treasures on me, and you are destined to be no match for me.”

Indeed, if they initially seemed evenly matched, the gap between the two had already widened.

Add to that the fact that there was already a large gap in their strength, and the outcome was predictable.

Logan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails were nearly buried in his palms.

A sharp look flashed in his eyes, a glint of bone-chilling coldness almost passing through them.

He had not wanted to use the Throne unless absolutely necessary.

But now it seemed that he had no choice.

Logan took a deep breath and, as he looked again towards the Demon Clan Leader, he appeared to have made a certain resolve.

“Who wins and who loses is not yet decided, don’t be too pleased with yourself.”

Having said that, he swiftly turned and flew straight up into the air.

Then, an immense Throne emerged from behind him, nearly occupying half of the Demon Palace.

And when the Throne appeared, it was as if the skies and earth had changed.

Swift winds rose, howling, immediately throwing the entire Demon Palace into disarray.

Demon Race members of slightly lower Level bent their knees in submission, filled with dread.

For the Evil Qi emanating from the Throne was enough to make all of the Demon Race tremble with fear.

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Even the Demon Clan Leader felt a surge of fear from the depths of his heart at that moment.

“How can this be, the Throne, how can you possess this thing, how did this happen?”

The other members of the Demon Race might not be aware of anything, but the Leader was different.

Even as just a Leader of the Lower Realm’s Demon Race, he had heard about such an item.

This was the Throne of the God of Slaughter from legends; if it were not willingly given by the owner himself, no one could possibly obtain this Throne.

The fact that this youth possessed it meant only one thing: he was chosen by Blood Nineteen, the new owner of the Throne.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel anger and envy towards Logan.

Why was it him of all people?

Had not Blood Nineteen been sealed for many years? Why was there still activity from the Throne, and why choose such an obscure person?

The Demon Clan Leader did not understand, but that did not stop him from feeling deep envy.

Logan sneered.

“I didn’t expect you to recognize such a treasure; looks like you have a good eye.”

The Leader’s mouth twitched, his expression turning very unpleasant.

If it were truly the Throne, commanding the freaks of the world, even with its master of lesser strength, he might not necessarily be the match for the Throne.

At this moment, he was genuinely worried and anxious.

Maximus Powers, hidden in the shadows, also recognized the Throne.

Previously enjoying the spectacle with no particular thoughts, he now also took an interest—an interest not slight, but substantial.

The Throne, indeed.

No one had expected it to appear in the Lower Realm, and without a sound, had already chosen its owner.

No wonder this man had managed to break in here; relying on the Throne, nothing could stand in his way—not gods, not Buddhas.

Nonetheless, this one named Logan could not be underestimated.

After all, he had not brought out his Throne in the beginning.

It was only when faced with a Leader so much more powerful than himself that he had been forced to use it.

Asking himself, if he had been at the same Level initially, he would probably have only thought about escaping, and definitely not face his opponent head-on.

Logan didn’t waste more words with the Leader. He directly utilized his own Throne, drawing out its sinister Evil Qi—which, despite its terrifying nature and hidden appalling energy, became obedient like a docile dog in his hands.

Following Logan’s direction, it attacked straight towards the Leader.

This time, the Leader didn’t put up a fight; he didn’t even meet the attack head-on.

His first reaction was to run, to quickly escape from this place.

After all, it was the Throne!

Unfortunately, it was still a step too late; he was hit by the Evil Qi.

A great Chieftain fell straight from the sky, having no chance to retaliate, illustrating the might of the Throne.