Finally, in a fierce collision, the Evil Cultivator was struck by Logan's Sword Qi and was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut. Spitting blood and severely wounded, he could no longer continue the fight. Logan too, from sheer physical exhaustion, fell to his knees, but he still struggled to support his body.
Looking at the Evil Cultivator lying on the ground, a wave of victorious joy surged in Logan's heart. He knew that the battle had been tough, but he had ultimately prevailed against the formidable enemy with his strength and belief. The people from other sects, witnessing this, cheered as well, feeling proud and elated at Logan's victory.
"I do hope he truly can win," a Sect Elder murmured, his eyes filled with worry and anticipation, "otherwise, our sects are sure to not escape disaster either. With the situation as dire as it is, and the Evil Cultivator's strength so immense, we simply do not have the strength to resist."
