Deities: Starting From Goblins

He couldn’t understand, with the strength of a Quasi-Saint, why he always seemed a realm below in front of Logan, appearing as if being toyed with. He certainly didn’t believe that Logan was stronger than himself; Logan must have some secret technique for speed, just like before with the Rune of the Holy See.

More than twenty-thousand from the Demonic Sky Gate followed behind, with one Elder growing increasingly uneasy, “Sect Leader, you mustn’t let your anger towards Logan cloud your judgment. I feel like the remnants of the Western Wasteland must have some plot up their sleeve; otherwise, why would those defeated soldiers not show fear on their faces?”

“As the Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate, am I supposed to fear such petty opponents?” Azrael Skyward sneered. Today, he was determined to catch up with Logan and execute him forcefully, to settle the grudge in his heart—this wasn’t mere hatred anymore.

The Elder sighed deeply, not understanding why the Sect Leader, usually so calm, lost his composure after exchanging but a few words with Logan. Although the Demonic Sky Gate currently held a significant advantage, as long as the Western Wasteland wasn’t entirely subdued, there was a chance for the situation to reverse.

If the Sect Leader persisted in his solitary decision, what if he fell into Logan’s trap? The previous Vice Sect Leader, also of the Quasi-Saint Seat, had suffered a downfall nevertheless. Even if the Sect Leader’s power exceeded that of the Vice Sect Leader, without stepping into the Saint realm, overconfidence was unwarranted.

Almost reaching seventy miles, this was no longer the edge of Logan’s Barrier Screens; it was the center. Logan suddenly stopped running and, with a composed look, turned around to face his pursuers as well as the more than twenty-thousand people from the Demonic Sky Gate, who stopped as well.

Azrael Skyward gritted his teeth, already brewing his Divine Skill to attack, “Why aren’t you running anymore? It seems you’ve exhausted all your stamina; now it’s my turn to counterattack.”

“You really are quite foolish. How did you even become the Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate? Haven’t you realized that I’ve been leading you on purpose all this time? If I hadn’t been worried about you losing track because of your slow speed, you probably wouldn’t even be close to catching my shadow; you’re still clueless, aren’t you?”

Logan responded with a playful smile, “Since I dared to stop here, it means that all of your twenty-thousand from the Demonic Sky Gate have become sitting ducks in a jar. I hope you understand who the prey is!”

“You think you alone can handle so many of us?” Azrael Skyward paused for a moment, his rage cooling off in an instant. However, he didn’t believe Logan alone could turn the tables, after all, Logan had at his disposal only the remnants from a few Lords.

Even if Logan had set a trap, it would not trouble the massive force of the Demonic Sky Gate. As the head of a sect, he naturally wouldn’t be intimidated by a few words from Logan, especially with so many disciples of the Demonic Sky Gate behind him; it was imperative to instill confidence in them.

Logan didn’t argue with Azrael Skyward but instead waved his hand to activate the Barrier Array. The next moment, Golden Light engulfed the sky, and swiftly, a barrier enveloped dozens of miles around, covering the over twenty-thousand from the Demonic Sky Gate as well.

Following another command, the barrier began rapidly contracting inward, taking mere seconds to shrink to a few hundred meters, thus severely restricting the Demonic Sky Gate people and making it difficult for them to move within the Barrier Screens.

Azrael Skyward’s face turned extremely unsightly; after all, the elders of the Demonic Sky Gate had repeatedly advised him, yet he never thought Logan would lay a trap. The unfolding events were a slap in his face, so he immediately channeled the Power of the Quasi-Saint Seat, attempting to shatter the barrier.

However, even after unleashing more than a dozen Divine Skills, including his most powerful strike, it was all futile. The barrier was like an invisible wall, swallowing every attack, and he could even feel his strength being continuously suppressed.

The over twenty-thousand Demonic Sky Gate disciples panicked, as even their Sect Leader was at a loss; “Wha… what do we do? What kind of strange array is this?”

“Fear not, it’s just a second-rate trick.” To stabilize the situation, Azrael Skyward, although panicked himself, still put on a disdainful front.

He calmed himself and walked to the edge of the Barrier Screens to observe. He discovered that the Spiritual Energy contained within the array was extremely strong, a hundred times more terrifying than the strongest array he had previously encountered, leaving him confused about how to break it.

After all, for laymen, the only method to break an array was through brute force. He had already used his strongest Quasi-Saint power, yet it did not even shake the Barrier Screens, not because he couldn’t break it, but because it didn’t affect the barrier at all.

Outside of the Barrier Array, Logan smiled with amusement. Remembering how arrogantly confident Azrael Skyward had been just before, now reduced to such a state, he couldn’t help but feel pleased. Having trapped the Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate, Logan’s plan was at least halfway to fruition.

He would now wait for a member of the Holy See from the Demonic Sky Gate to walk into the trap. Of course, if they didn’t come, those twenty-thousand were done for. So Logan had laid a cunning trap; whether willing or not, it wasn’t necessary for the opponent to jump in.

After much contemplation, Azrael Skyward turned back to the disciples of the Demonic Sky Gate and said, “Everyone combine your strength together—I refuse to believe we can’t break this barrier. I will mark a spot on the barrier in a moment, and everyone will strike there, with the Elder ensuring there are no slackers.”