Logan stretched languidly and left the tent with Bart Cloud, allowing these people to discuss the battle situation by themselves. He couldn't be bothered to take part.
"Can't be of any help!" Bart Cloud chuckled. The battle had escalated to a Saint-level conflict, and he was merely at the pinnacle of the Throne level; the difference was not minor.
Logan glanced at him and smiled, saying, "Actually, this has nothing to do with us. Isn't it a great help already that we're standing with Cain Scarlet and the others?"
This battle appeared catastrophic, but in truth, it was nothing more than countless ordinary humans suffering. It was these Lords and Sects that suffered the least losses, even Sandy Wexler included. If push really came to shove, would he truly fight against the Demonic Sky Gate?
Logan was well aware that he and Bart Cloud were more onlookers than helpers. He thought of this as a trial to experience; there was no need to take it to heart too deeply.
