"How can his strength be so formidable? We don't seem to be that weak either, so why do we seem like children in front of him?" another murmured to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and unwillingness. Although they knew Logan was no mediocre fighter, they had never imagined he would be so powerful, powerful enough to drive them to despair.
Logan didn't pay any attention to their discussions. His gaze was fixed firmly on the Evil Cultivator. Although the Evil Cultivator was injured, he had not lost his fighting ability. He struggled to get up, his eyes flickering with venomous light. Logan knew the battle was far from over.
"Hmph, you think you can defeat me like that? How naive!" the Evil Cultivator sneered. With a wave of his hands, streams of dark energy surged out of him, transforming into a horde of ghastly Ghosts that lunged at Logan.
