Within the depths of the underground magma, Logan's gaze was as burning as the surrounding lava. Holding his divine weapon, he fixedly stared at the Heavenly Saint Taoist. The past three attacks have seen him pushed back without fail, with the divine weapon Logos seemingly wavered in the face of fear.
The Heavenly Saint Taoist brazenly laughed, edging closer, step by step, "Give up! It's remarkable enough that a mere transcendental tier like you can withstand three of my moves. If you wish to defeat me, you'll need another hundred or so years of cultivation. If you remain obstinate, you're only speeding towards your demise."
"The battle has only just begun." Logan replied, neither arrogant nor humble. Confronted by the terrifying assault of the Heavenly Saint Taoist, he hadn't had time to notice the gap between their powers, a gap impossible to fill through cunning.
