Chapter 1457: Chapter 791_2

The surrounding warriors of the Radiant Clan gasped in unison at the scene before them, their faces filled with shock and grief. The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the wailing sound of the wind, as if mourning this tragic moment.

Amid the tense and grim atmosphere of the battlefield, the Throne Strong Individual of the Radiant Clan learned of Logan’s monstrous deceit. Fury surged within his chest once again, burning like a blazing inferno.

He abruptly raised his head, his icy gaze shooting toward Logan in the distance like two chilling rays of light piercing the gloom. From his nostrils escaped a low, disdainful snort–a deep, thunderous sound that echoed across the battlefield, resonating like the roar of the Nine Netherworld’s Underworld.

“Hmph! If you’re playing dirty tricks with me, then there’s no point in talking about rules anymore!”

His voice rang out across the surroundings like a resounding bell, each syllable dripping with unrelenting rage and resolve.

“I swear I will annihilate the entire Goblin Legion and make you pay a heavy price for your actions!”

With that, he swung the colossal battle axe in his hand with a tremendous force. A sharp, piercing howl immediately filled the air, as if the axe itself was roaring in rage for him. The surrounding space seemed to distort slightly under the overwhelming power of his strike.

His towering figure leaned forward slightly, with his feet planted firmly on the ground like immovable stakes. His muscles tensed, radiating an aura so intimidating it chilled the soul, as though he were a predator on the brink of pouncing to crush his prey entirely.

However, Logan stood rooted in place, his expression serene, like an unyielding statue. He remained unaffected by the Throne Strong Individual’s threats.

Logan’s figure was slender, draped in a black robe flapping in the wind–a stark and striking contrast amidst the chaos of the battlefield. His hood cast shadows over his face, revealing only a pair of abyssal eyes that glimmered with an eerie, icy light.

At this moment, his arms were crossed over his chest and his chin slightly raised. His eyes carried a sense of disdain and mockery, silently declaring:

If you dare take one step forward, the next moment you will witness the corpse of the Light’s Lawlord.

To Logan, the Light’s Lawlord was his strongest bargaining chip–the ultimate leverage against the wrathful Throne Strong Individual standing before him.

At that instant, the many strong individuals of the Radiant Clan, after a brief moment of shock and confusion, finally snapped back to their senses. They collectively realized that Logan’s scheme must not prevail.

One could see beams of light erupting from all directions–auras emanating from the Mythical Grade warriors of the Radiant Clan.

Some were towering and brawny, resembling Giants, while others had agile and nimble forms, moving with the grace of leopards.

Some wielded gleaming blades that shone with a frosty brilliance, while others were enveloped in waves of mysterious energy, exuding an awe-inspiring presence. These elites of the Radiant Clan had steeled their gazes, filled with a singular determination: to unite and eradicate Logan, and to rescue the Light’s Lawlord.

With swift and purposeful strides, they advanced toward Logan. A cloud of dust rose behind them, creating a spectacle like the thunderous charge of a mighty stampede. The sheer grandeur of the scene promised to crush every obstacle before them entirely.

Logan watched as the warriors of the Radiant Clan surged toward him, his lips curling into a faint smirk–a subtle trace of a cold sneer.

He thought to himself: They think banding together can bring me down?

How naive.

Yet outwardly, Logan maintained his calm demeanor, his gaze sweeping over the approaching strong individuals, his mind swiftly calculating his next moves.

The Throne Strong Individual, observing the number of Mythical Grade warriors from his clan rallying to his aid, felt a brief surge of reassurance. Yet, worry quickly returned, his heart weighed down with the knowledge that Logan was no ordinary adversary. The battle ahead would be exceedingly arduous.

On a vast and sprawling plain with undulating terrain, fierce winds howled as they swept through, stirring up stones and dry grass with a somber rustle.

In the distance, the horizon was shrouded in a dense layer of ominous clouds, as though foretelling an impending catastrophe.

Logan’s Goblin Legion lined one side of the plain, their ranks tightly packed and orderly.

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The goblins, diminutive yet fierce in build, bore skin of an eerie dark green hue that glimmered grotesquely under the dim daylight. They clutched coarse but sharp weapons–crooked daggers, crude spears, and oddly shaped homemade blades.

Their eyes burned with viciousness and greed, and their mouths occasionally spewed guttural growls and unintelligible shrieks, like wolves perpetually on the verge of lunging at prey.

Each goblin stood rigidly upright, their tattered leather armor trembling faintly with their breathing. The collective atmosphere of the legion was laden with a chilling sense of murder, like a taut bowstring ready to unleash a torrential wave at a single command.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the plain, the Radiant Clan’s formation stood equally prepared.

The warriors of the Radiant Clan were tall of stature and strikingly handsome, their beings radiating a soft yet sacred light.

They donned armor that gleamed with golden brilliance, every plate meticulously forged and etched with enigmatic runes. The armor emitted a faint melody in the wind, as though singing the tales of past glories.

Their swords and shields radiated divine energy–the sword blades razor-sharp and the shields resolute and firm, each bearing symbols of light and justice.

The warriors stood arranged in unyielding phalanxes, their gazes firmly fixed on the Goblin Legion. Despite the enemy’s overwhelming numbers and ferocity, not a trace of fear could be found in their expressions. They resembled an imposing High Mountain, indomitable and unshakable.

This impending battle could only be described as a storm about to break. The very air carried the tension and weight of conflict, every swirling breeze whispering of the fierce clash soon to erupt.

This fight was far more than a mere contest of strength–it was a fierce duel of wit and strategy. Here, might alone was secondary to ingenuity, for a clever move could instantly overturn the tides and determine the fate of countless lives.

Logan, the chieftain of the Goblin Legion, stood taller than his kin, his broad shoulders bearing a massive war axe. The blade of the axe shimmered with a chilling light, as if capable of tearing through anything that dared block its path.

His face was etched with grotesque scars, carvings of battles past that further amplified his fearsome aura.

At this moment, Logan shook his head, letting a sneering smile curl across his lips. His gaze lit up like fire as he stared at the Light’s Lawlord, who was surrounded by figures within the Radiant Clan’s ranks. He roared:

“You truly are a coward–hiding all this time like a turtle behind your warriors, afraid to face me directly!”

Logan’s voice, low and gravelly, carried across the plain with the help of the relentless wind. Each syllable struck the ears of the Radiant Clan warriors like an invisible force.

The Light’s Lawlord, draped in a flowing white robe that fluttered in the wind, wore a garment adorned with gold-embroidered Sun motifs, symbolizing his supreme authority.

His face was both majestic and resolute, his deep eyes gleaming with wisdom.

Upon hearing Logan’s provocation, he furrowed his brow slightly, his lips curving into an almost imperceptible smirk of derision.

He remained composed, unaffected by Logan’s taunts, and replied steadily:

“You cannot defeat my warriors. Why should I step out? Did you really think such a petty trick could deceive me? Logan, your tactics are far too simplistic.”

His voice was calm yet resolute, carrying through the wind like a steady tide–a sound that reassured his allies.

The Light’s Lawlord knew very well that alone, he could not stand against Logan and the vast Goblin Legion behind him.

Only through unity with all the warriors of the Radiant Clan, wielding their collective power, could they hope to survive this day.

Fully aware of how perilous the battle was, he knew that every decision weighed on the survival of his clan, so he stayed composed and refused to be swayed by the enemy’s provocations.

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